The Poet's Tale

the poet sheds one tear on a hundred sentences empty papers, unwritten years locked exits, locked entrances the night brings her fears loneliness, ugly resemblances so the poet goes to sleep and she dreams of scenes scenes that never existed You can hear her at night Her cries they horrify They cut through the silence And silent after the sunrise I can feel her pain it's a torment to the sane it's a lover to darkness and an enemy to pureness The poet writes her masterpiece The perfection of pain and grieve The beauty of a feeling unleashed Weeps from the deception of beliefs A relief comes as robbed from a thief The poet feels high as she writes But the poem refuses to end three days and nights and fright But relief wont come again The poet spent a lifetime She found no happy endings Sought a completed rime And found nothing but death in it