A poet's words are on his sleeve
Found mostly in the night
An emotion stirred will often weave
The words he needs to write

Some by rhyme others by prose
Whatever the poet's choice
He writes the emotion he has chose
Giving his words a voice

Some are deep inside his heart
While others are on his face
The poet tries to perfect his art
With the scars that he'll erase

His poem is written to free his soul
And make him feel complete
He'll write the words that must console
And stave off his defeat

He finds the emotion that holds him tight
Then writes his own release
He chooses his words and continues to write
Until he finds some peace