To thee, young Poet

Desperate man,
thy walk is not in vain
for you have been chosen
to proclaim their pain,
suffer of ignorant souls
left unchanged
blinded by their own light,
cold and deranged,
kneel before them
your destiny is to serve,
stay humble
and do not mourn,
you,
who has been given the word,
you,
who is called impious and insane,
still you look proudly
in the face of Lord,
the prophet of the miracles unseen,
keep your heart still,
thy destiny,
you who have been abandoned of
every glimpse of hope,
must be fulfilled.