Poet Prisoner Poem by Daniel Bowyer

Is it all too late for intervation
Can you walk me through this one
Don't leave me alone, please

I am a poet and a fighter
Both sides want to create beauty
One with words on a sacred place
The other on the skin of another face
Torn perhaps but for the same goal
To realease a part of my tortured soul

We destroy the things we love
So said the poet prisoner
Trapped in my own hell, I write to transpire this bleak

These expressions however violent
Are a portal to the world outside
Everytime I give this portion
Of my ever darkened soul
I do so cause I love you and I only want to show
That althought I am a abberation
And a gorgeous blemish on your heart

So if you know to release me
Then please know is the time
To save the poet prisoner cause i'm running out of lines