The Poet's Agony

Lo and behold! The poem stands still, and the poet is relieved again.

Every word that the poet wrote was carved into his body with knives, and every full stop stopped his breath. For he lived a life of a sorrowful poet whose emotions were alive on paper.

His throat was chocked from crying internally when his emotions were being expressed in a verse.

Because they finally​ found a way to come on paper,more close to his heart.

Finally, when the ink stopped on the sheets, the tears were free to flow, as the sorrowful poet now knew what he felt, his words expressed them free and bold.

Peace,

Muskan💗💗💗