Tortured Poets

For in his anguish, there's a role

Let us cherish the tortured soul

Whose words cut deep, yet heal

For in his anguish, we find a role

To write a truth we must feel,

one we can't call our own.

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The tortured poet can not be defined

For there are many ways to become one.

Don't believe in your work

Or work for the wrong reasons.

Write too much or talk too little

Let ink and paper become your only escape

Write only for fame

Then you can be insane

Cry your ink, drink your pain

Let the words try to take you away

But once you're there, it's hard to get back

the brink is inches away.

Maybe poetry is it's own form of insanity

Or maybe it's sane, but taken the wrong way

Can drive you away, into horrible days

When you write with your blood, and don't mind the floods

Death being the only thing that can take you away

Author's Note

Thanks for reading.
I'm in my ''See how many tags fit this." stage.