When a poet hurts
you see a different flow
the loss of love
beginning of pain
these words change their ways
into an endless stormy day.

Metaphors become dark,
almost death-like,
pitch black,
without any sight.
Everything doesn't come together
nothing ever matters

sometimes...the courage to write
is no longer alive.

If the lover hurts the poet,
this hateful revenge
arises
like a fire,
and the questions follows thru,
Is it still worth it?

Yes...because that is what
a poet's love can do.

As I read these words
I realize that I have been that hurt poet.
When words stop coming together,
the sun's rays
might as be thunderstorms,
hard and cold
to where even words can't keep me warm.

The feeling becomes numb,
as the writes come back to back
just to vent
repent
convince...
that everything will be alright in then end
but sometimes that pain hurts
so bad,
I just don't know where to begin.

Mixed emotions
a loss of everything
heart
devotion
pride
the want to care for another again
lost inside.

When a poet hurts?
Its a feeling,
that through words?
can never hide.