The heart wrenching cry of a mother who has lost their son The hungry cry of a babe who has no one The mournful howl of the pup who has been needlessly beat The hollow look of the lost loves' weep The dimmed lights of a funeral procession The look of defeat in a boxers loss of agression The sunken eyes of a soldier returned The one who has lost to war their entire platoon These are just a few of the things on which we write These are but a few heartaches of what keeps us poets awake during the night....
Sleep my fellow poets, they will still be there on the morrow.....