When Poets Bleed

When poets bleed they fill their quills

And write their words in red

The letters scream each time they're made

In the hope of being read

The page becomes a sounding board

A mirror to the soul

A reflection meant to bring them peace

To comfort or console

They choose their words so carefully

Not wasting a drop of blood

Writing words that lift them up

As tears begin to flood

They'll write with true conviction

Each time they start to weep

They write sometimes to clear their minds

Before they get to sleep

When poets bleed a word is born

Trying to appease their need

Shining a light to the whole wide world

And all who want to read

Reviews

[WingsToFly]

beautiful write.

[Whiskurz]

Thank you my friend......Whisk

[Renée]

You are fantastic ! Flows so clear and easy..I can tell its from your heart..

[Whiskurz]

Thanks Renée ........Whisk