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
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