The Life Of A Young Poet Poem by Chevelle Behar

Left over traces of feelings long gone,
Being shoved into a pit of despair by rekindled emotions,
Feeling the pull on ones heart,
The sinking drowning feeling,
As a mind is swamped with old feelings,
Brought up by the simplest of occurences.
Sorrow, anger, all balled up in one with no way to release it.
No other way but throught this pen whos ink spills like blood as the feelings of its possesor are cut onto the page,
And left as scars so as to be remembered,
Like the ones upon ones wrist from harder days when all was lost,
All was uncertain and spun out of perportion.
A life full of anger and strife, looked upon and pittied.
And as the blood seeps through the page the feelings are relenquished leaving a calmer state of mind.
No longer troubled by overwhelming emotions,
For they have been spent, and spun into creative words as the wool of a troubled mind,
And left in their new form as scars etched into the page forever to be seen and remembered but never again to bind the thoughts of their beholder.
Being set free upon the world and leaving one at peace.