Scream

I write with pain and paper

The tears become my ink

I live each day like it's my last

While standing on the brink

My words become my saviour

They tell me where to go

Tomorrow has no meaning

A place I do not know

The paper is my shelter

It hides my past mistakes

My heart will tell me what to say

Before it finally breaks

My soul cries out in sad remorse

But no one hears me cry

No one offers a helping hand

They only pass me by

A poet's words will always scream

Before they disappear

A thousand people will read my verse

But none will truly hear

Reviews

[Patricia B. Hepler]

...'I write with pain and paper
the tears become my ink...'
...'a poet's words will always scream
before they disappear...'

Incredible expressions of how painful the birthing of a poem can be.
Powerful, emotive write.
~pat

[Whiskurz]

Thanks Pat.....Whisk

[Frieda P]

Holy Toledo, I think you've voiced the way every poet feels! This is an excellent 'scream'...truly liked it a lot!

[Whiskurz]

Thanks again my friend.....Whisk

[Frieda P]

My pleasure Whisk.

["writing by" KS]

I truely loved this. Wow,wow,wow .... Perfect.

[Whiskurz]

Thank you my friend.....Whisk

[Robbie~xoxo~]

I feel your angst...to be heard, truly "heard", is what a poet really needs. To express your heart and soul is to release the pain, but to be heard is to connect with kindred spirits. Well done!

[Whiskurz]

Thank you Robbie....Whisk

[Robbie~xoxo~]

It's my pleasure Whisk. :)

[Dalia]

WOW .. Mr.Whiskurz you have put in words what I want to say some times but couldn't have your non-such ability , its simply one of the greatest poems ever, my favorite indeed :)

[Whiskurz]

Thanks again my friend.....Whisk