The Darkness And The Poet ~ A Poem By Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet

Walt's Writings

It’s always darkest before the dawn
Or so the saying goes
For me the darkest time was when
The words refused to come
Time stood still
The only sound
Was the ticking of the clock
Memories of my early days
When my poetry had just begun
The endless hours
When day became night
And night brought the darkness
That laughed at me in my struggle
To make things rhyme
But I never quit, and the words rolled on
The darkness transformed me
Scolded me and molded me
And soon a poet was born
I learned that the night was now my friend
The words didn’t have to rhyme
That this Preacher’s Kid
Had a heart of fire
And my story
Was just beginning

~The Tennessee Poet~
©Walt Page 2019 All Rights Reserved

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