Thoughts on a bus

Famous poets come
From broken bridges I suppose
A dark past, broken heart
Or a restless soul
With their only sunshine
Being their relentless hope
Armed with passion
They take out a pad
And paint a picture of words

Some manuevre their brush of thoughts
On wasted dreams, fading streams
Some a picture perfect scene
The last remnants of what they could have been
Some leave the canvas white
As they believe
To make the most impact of all
Is to leave a blank dream

Famous poets are all the same
For without their stories
They would have been of no gain
For they learnt how to take
The brunt of hurt and shame
Only to inspire us to take on another day