Poetry is cruel

Just as all words are

But they say the best are written by fools

Smearing the truth, concealed by blue jewels

It is a chance for the barren to have a strong son

It is a throwaway memory of a secret loved one

It is the boy revisiting the golden prom queen

It is a recollection forgotten or one that's foreseen

It is a fairytale dream you hear early on

It is silk, pearls, and buttons, cocooned in chiffon

It is the first thing the writer falls for

It is the color of his eyes when you two play the red war

It is lyrical and exotic like a petal with rain

It is lonely and heavy like a stubborn queen's reign

It can raise nations and shatter glass thrones

Poetry strips a person down to their barest bare bones