The dark tale of the former bard

Blessed those who are not poets
for each poem is a wound
leaking life’s blood into words

the pen a sword
slashing the skin of the soul
away from safe havens
into the heavens of defying death

giving birth to that
which cannot be
without eternal breath

Blessed those who are not poets
for I am one of them

I bleed no more

 

 

© 2015 Taco Sorgdrager

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