Poets Agony

My response to Rhetts poem POETS BLOOD
 This was created as I observed another poet trying

to create and the struggle the pain and anguish
as I see this unfold before me so hard forme to understand - as I just stream
 The tears I cry are as ink on the paper that waits for

my first mark that continues into a river of words

my feelings flow endlessly each word chosen -

caressed so tenderly - is my life's blood
 Visions appear as I write always - some so dark sobeckoning some so bright so blinding some solonging - full of love - pain the anguishforetold 
 Vulnerable tortured souls are we each breath we

take we are sore struck we have no choice it

has to be done our life we pour out onto

that blank page before us lay -

waiting
 
 The page should turn red with our

life’s blood that pours out from 

our lifeless soul

 






We who souls cry out to be heardagainst many deafened earsagainst hearts that areclosed eyes so blindand cannot see ofthe heartacheinside ofme 

Rhett - have you read my poem Agony of a Poet

Sorry Rhett - It is your fault. As I read you poem my poem above became alive in response. Electric blue so blue