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