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Poet's Heart

When a soul is put on paper
the ink becomes its blood,
Shrieking, wailing, telling
Of dreams lost to the flood.
Each line a literal heartbeat
Born of the poet’s grief.
Each thought must need be penned
In search of some relief.
As the pages cry aloud
To all who listen they impart,
A sad and telling testament
Of the poet’s broken heart.

What’s written is the longing
For happiness that was lost.
That it once was there is certain,
See how exact is told the cost?
Each word a sad reminder
Of the joy that went before.
Each clever phrase penned in pain
With ink from an open sore.
Searching for life’s answers
Why does joy have to depart?
Canvas never captured the blue
Of the poet’s longing heart.

Between the images presented
As the word artist sketches pain,
Is the aptly written message
Yesterday’s joy may come again.
What once was needs not re-proven
It is evidence of what can be.
Drinking once of that sweet fountain
Keeps the soul forever thirsty.
Sad words thus remind us of
Days in which joy had free part.
Changing grays to the bright colors
Of the poet’s hopeful heart.

By:
~Dreams of Eternity~