To Be a Poet

Ah 'tis the life to be a poet my heart torn with strife though others don't know it For when my soul is in hell the artistic images in my mind come to the front and swell as I try to free the thoughts that bind As I wallow in misery painting portraits in my head using the strongest imagery making Michelangelo turn red Ah to be a poet I create art and you don't know it is from my bleeding heart