Do you see it,
The weight I bare
The pencil in my hand
And the smile hardly there

Salted tears
Become my ink
And the timer runs fast
On my time to think

The tip of my pen
That I struggle to pull
Is denser than gold,
The weight of a soul

Envy my work
And the words that I say
But you will never envy
The price that I pay

A pat for a pat
Or an eye for an eye
I scratch creativity's back
And it leaves me to die

Tears burn like fire
At two in the morn
But choking on sobs
To silence I'm sworn

With tears as my ink
Now littered on the page
Each word is a needle
And each line a cage

Inspiration is fleeting
Do not take it light
For we so named poets
Our genius is our blight