Poetry is nothing
But everything
Dances in dreams
That vanish when you wake
Coffee and cream
With a taste of cake
Simplicity found
In a hard drive
Books bound
To stay in an archive
Excuses made
With fake emotion
Ghosts that
Start a commotion
Unsaid words
Of unmatched glory
A long life
Without a story
A lone wolf
That runs in a pack
A rich man
Without a shirt on his back
Youth wasted
On the young
A snake
Without a sharp tongue
Poetry is everything
But nothing