The Poet's Lament

Her tears fade the paper As the ink begins to run She'll find no peace inside her Until her work is done Her emotions hold her captive As she writes with all her might She struggles with her passion Til late into the night She has to tell her story As she brushes away the stains The poet keeps on writing As her teardrops fall like rain A heart that's once been broken Will guide her skillful hand She's writing from her emptyness Hoping all will understand She writes until she's hollow Or her heartache finally relents Her tears become her poetry Each time the poet laments