The Sacrifice

For the sake of art?

My thoughts do not pour

onto pages forming poems

like broken teeth I carefully try to pull them

one by one

and although the bandages are not permanent

they cover deep wounds, and have trouble letting go

and my soul does not always like to be revealed

so I struggle

twisting, turning, ripping

line by line

and at times it's unbearable

and at times the pain is all I have

and in rare moments

misery becomes art.