If I wrote worthless words

Of shadowed dreams and hopes,

Surely the entire world

Would flock wildly to my door.

If I were a righteous man,

Even as they say- “Is the Pope”.

Surely His people would beg me for more.

But fool that I am I double it down,

I speak a word of heresy among a people who drown;

Hated for who I am,

Despised, ignored to shadows,

Missing that “glorious” gown.

No lovely poetry escapes my lips. 

You want to know the reason why?

Because so very few even try,

So many live as sailless ships;

Like I:

Preferring the darkness of Lies.