A Poets World Poem by Bancroft Boreland

I have no desire to live in a world
Where loved has vanished and peace is a stranger
So I close my eyes and travel to the poet’s world...

I lie on a cloud wrapped in a cocoon of thoughts
Life is a puzzle and I cannot fit together the various parts
Life is a war and we will all be casualties
So I’d rather live in the poet’s world
Because the world of imagination is so much better than the world of reality
Its the only place without boundaries
The only world in which everyone is free

Poets are soldiers fighting to save the world
We are clothed in thoughts
And armed with words
There is no weapon more powerful than words
But saving the world is as easy as finding your shadow in the dark...