Hear me then

hear me then

This poem, a mess
it’s covered in ink
tear stains
pain scribbled down
but beautifully written
I think.

Poetry, a hot passion
words leap onto the page
burning so bright
retina damage a new fashion
as feelings of fire
encase the cold night.

Words, my quest
lines flowing
through my head
what rhymes with unlimited
interrupts my powerful diction
as my pen suddenly shatters
just when I’m at my best.

I switch to pencil
full of lead
my paper erupts into
a glowing fire
I try to extinguish the flames
so I can reach my desire.

On these pages of
love and rage
I plug my wounds
with words
only you will be able
to understand
but not until you peer
into my heart
and realize with eyes
that was me.

This poem, 4am
I know you will read
so I will spill myself raw
like blood onto pages
and you will hear me then.

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