The Poet's Lullaby

Sleepless nights were made for poets We write when we can't sleep Emptying our souls with pen and paper From heartache buried so deep Haunted souls keep us awake 'Til late into the night Our inner demons hold us captive But freed by the words we write Bound by thoughts our lips can't speak Our pens, our only release We write our pain in black and white The colors that bring us peace Silence fills the poet's heart As our minds are filled with doubt Held hostage to our agony 'Til our words come tumbling out Finding the reason for all our pain Our words begin to weep Only then can the poet rest And finally go to sleep