Spirit of a Poet

~~Down on my knees
Praying god
Won’t you please
Put my mind at ease

I am falling fast
My mind is broken at last
My heart is shattered and torn
My spirit is about to forget, why I’m born

There’s no love for me
All I have are words of poetry
Who am I to think I could do anything
All I have are these words brought out of something

Hope fades from my weary body
Passion dies within my eyes
My dream is swept out from under me
All I have are these words of poetry

I have only one conclusion
What never died, was my passion
What still lives is my dream
What’s inside of me is something, not nothing

Now I realize, I see clearly
Before I didn’t see such clarity
How could I be so blind
All this time I was trying to hide

The spirit that lives in me
The heart that beats
This mind of mine
But I’m falling

Falling in love
Falling with hope
Falling in faith
Falling with dreams

Falling to a place
Where I have a face
With a beautiful race
It’s a wonderful taste

Beautiful people
Like a steeple
No more struggle
Spirited people

Now I see
What’s in me
I will never forget it
The spirit of a poet

© Isaiah Barber

Excerpt from “Path to Serenity, Phoenix”
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