A sad poet

Be sad, young poet
Absorb all you have heard
Be sad, young poet
Let your tears form words

See, tearful words may stain a page
They may filter sadness, turn it to rage
Act as a prism to put colour in air
Let anger rise within because the world's not fair

And turn the rage and the sadness and all the emotion
Into a killer few verses with a side of devotion

To a cause, rising voices that have been beaten down
Because behind the clenched fists and behind the frown

There is sadness at a world that could be more
It is hidden in the side streets and takes the floor
There are places where sadness can build something new
Be sad, young poet. So you can be truly you.

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A small poem for the Sad Poet's Doorstep Club, as thanks for the time I spent there