All the greatest writers kick and scream.
Hazy, dark images start to focus
Their quiet suffering is now howling in
Capital letters.
They faced the dark and poetry turned
The light switch
And we watched in silence,
Changing from the violent beating of words
The pain, like lopsided calligraphy
The scars, they now smile at
Their poetry is loved
Why?
Because only your deepest feelings
Is where the deepest
Writing is from
Sometimes you learn the hard way
Hazy, dark images start to focus
Their quiet suffering is now howling in
Capital letters.
They faced the dark and poetry turned
The light switch
And we watched in silence,
Changing from the violent beating of words
The pain, like lopsided calligraphy
The scars, they now smile at
Their poetry is loved
Why?
Because only your deepest feelings
Is where the deepest
Writing is from
Sometimes you learn the hard way
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