Thread: A Poet's Decree

A Poet's Decree

My rhymes are empty
And this soul is bland
Words come out easily
Yet there is nothing there

To make a piece for masters
There are many things at hand
Not love or sorrow, nor laughter or pain
But earth, wind, fire, and rain

With these building blocks in hand
Men that know the land
Plan for a new beginning
Creating a wonder for all of man

I recognize my failure
To show every woman and man
The world is all around us
Yet we hold it in our hands

I try to show the world
The places I have been
But no one else can experience
The journey I have seen

Just wanting some C&C. Still in the draughting stage.