Sentient is
the voice
of the poet
not sententious

his heart
is heavy-laden
with
the pain
of the world

his words
are tears-filled

life's sufferings
can't be thwarted
neither by prayer
or deed

poetry stands apart
as the lone chronicler
of the heart of man
an equal weeper

when someone
anywhere
is in pain
that mysteriously
filters through
the blood-stream
of a sentient poem.