Written by Adam M. Snow
Bleeding ink from my fingertips,
my heart pours out to you.
Word for word it lingers, drips;
a snow white canvas tainted.
I plead my words, a solemn despair,
I ripped my soul to share.
A poet's journey never ceases,
in this life nor yonder.
From a soul torn to pieces;
a magical birth of awe.
The storyteller pleading, dreaming;
a child's heart, screaming.
We are the poet, mending, breaking;
shedding blood, our ink.
Lost in thought, truly aching,
scattering pages across the floor.
A poet's dream shall never come;
a countless writing - a rule of thumb.