Words of a Poet

Can you feel my pain? My soul bleeds to be heard My pen whispers my words Who are you? A poet is who I am Poetry is neither to be spoken Nor to be heard But to be felt by the poet who’s written his words Written in a metaphor, written in blood One half pierced with hatred, The other coated with love His words are so powerful, But his thoughts have no meaning A mind collapses in a life that’s so deceiving So he stands in a mirror That shows nothing on the other side He’ll cage his feelings And write until his words die So, can you feel the cries? The agony of pain? These are the words of a poet With nothing to gain