The Writer

To write
I bleed,
a story must be told.
My truth escapes,
the bitter sweet taste
consumes each line.
The writer within
lives upon these pages.
I listen,
as you whisper my name
the very breath of you
fills my naked soul,
stirring something in my core.
Awakened
Alive I am once more.
I listen in silence
to the secrets within.
To write
I bleed,
and yet another story begins.

Reviews

[wordman]

the birth of a poem where does it start loved the poem
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[thecreativechic]

Thank you so very much!

[wordman]

you are welcome,looking for new writers to read today found this one really enjoyed

[thecreativechic]

I really appreciate it. I haven't been here in a long time and decided to get back into this again, and writing again.

[wordman]

good for you..you are talented