To Be a Poet
Ah 'tis the life
to be a poet
my heart torn with strife
though others don't know it
For when my soul is in hell
the artistic images in my mind
come to the front and swell
as I try to free the thoughts that bind
As I wallow in misery
painting portraits in my head
using the strongest imagery
making Michelangelo turn red
Ah to be a poet
I create art
and you don't know it
is from my bleeding heart
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