Sometimes it\'s hard to be a poet
Putting your feelings into words
It means you really have to know it
Or dare to tread into the obscure
It takes empathy and imagination
To make real your thoughts on paper
And the effort can be overwhelming
With every mind word you\'ve ever heard
If I were Vincent at his lowest
I wonder if I would cut off a hand?
Or would I die so artfully
As Lady Lazarus had
But melancholy is a beautiful thing
It creates many wonderful hues
For a poet knows with an artist\'s eye
That words have their shades too
And like the compulsive musician
Who has to play on and on
A poet must keep writing
A poet never stops
And yes it can be hard sometimes
But there is magic that we all feel
Because the world we paint with
Jumbled letters
Makes every dream come real
But one day I may drift too far
And get lost inside my head
And the pen may not be good enough
To describe what dying meant
But until that day, should it come
I\'ll keeping writing on and on
For although it can be hard sometimes
A poet is very strong