Like from an open wound
I have bled poetry
the essence of who I am
remains upon the page
the bloodied bandages
are the page after page
on which I scribed
poem after poem
desperately searching
for that line, that verse
to make another stop
breathless, thoughtful
that they digest that line
that verse, that poem
that piece of something
which fell from this soul
and touched another
I have bled and wept
created and loved
I am the open wound
I am a poet
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We all bleed for art I suppose, struggle for that perfect line You have expressed the angst we al feel at times very well 10/10 BB : O)