I bleed this poetry...
From within the depths of my soul
Dipping the quill into some...
Of the freshest scars within...
Which leaves the words dripping with blood
And as the life...is in the blood...
God allows me to use this power...
To write breathtaking expressions of Love...
And soul-renting thoughts...
Regarding the rawest pain...
That I have ever felt
I am consumed with this gift...
Which robs me of sleep...during the night...
Plagued and fueled...by the insomnia...
Which taunts me and haunts me...
Each and every time I try to sleep...
And I wouldn't change it...for the world!!!
Written By...Robert Neal