JEREMIAD: "A POET'S LIFE" BY MYLISTIC

Looking at me

You may think

Think that my bed is made of roses

Not knowing how thorny it's

To appoint I think twice before lying down on it

In order to avoid getting pricked! 

I'm known to be cheerful

You may think I lead the cheering squad

My pen is meant to deceive

Fake my emotions

Having unseen tears

While I'm dying from within.

I'm known to be a player

Yet I play on ball games

Neither do I toss ladies like chips

Loneliness clouds my world

As emptiness fills my soul

While accusations rain on me.

Yes I'm a poet

Making others happy is my obligation

Relieving others from their misfortune is my job

But I'm forgotten and seen as dirt

They cast me aside

Knowing I'm not a robot and I got feelings.

Being a poet is journey

A journey full of pain

I walk bare footed on hot rocks

Some cut through my flesh

Whether I bleed or not, no one cares

Like a lone wolf I meant to journey by myself!

©® MYLISTIC MASTER PEN🖋🇰🇪

-Kenya

The poet persona laments and leaks the feelings of poets. Thus, poets appear happy and satisfied in their compositions. Yet, they are facing a lot of pains within.