here's to all the poets
who sat with just a pen
and labored into the night
to find the poems end
minds with words that drift
looking for a place to fit
that perfect little word
that seals the feel of it
broken hearted human beings
who struggle to express the pain
of how deep the hurt of loss is
that even words are penned in vain
to the writers whose lives are lost
whose only friends float deep within
simple words of gray and black
color their lives from start to end
here's to the countless writers
in search of that immortal line
that screams to all who read
i was someone...somewhere...sometime