Pale Poet

A frail, pale poet, on a stage, with a spotlight

shining bright in his eyes, he rhymes of pain,

fellow orphans, fallen friends,

and savage frigid New York nights

where he slept on friends’ couches

or out in their halls

he rhymes of times in his life

that it’s a wonder he survived to tell

about at all

By: J.N.R Dutton

Author: J.N.R Dutton (aka The Poet)

Husband. Father. Writer/Independent Journalist/Poet. Artist,all around creative soul. I reside in Southern Idaho with my wife & son.

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