fiery kraken
A man once said I've a poet's heart,
Unaware of the weight of his word,
A poet's heart indeed, I concurred.
For inside, the darkness plays its part.
A young girl said I've an artist’s mind,
I dare not argue nor disagree,
Like Van Gogh’s mind, mine slips from me,
Where vision and madness cruelly bind.
A writer told me I've a dreamer’s soul,
I nodded with a most heartfelt sigh,
For dreams, like Icarus, aim too high,
And shatter like waves on a distant shoal.
A sage once said I've visionary eyes,
I gave a thoughtful look and smiled,
For visions leave one feeling riled,
And truth can wear a subtle guise.
fiery jolt