I've read a lot of broken words
Wounded beyond repair
Sadness wrapped in tears and ink
And stories of despair

Poets are truly a special breed
They write the things they hide
Showing strangers they've never met
The pain that lives inside

Hiding their souls from those they love
Choosing paper to be their friend
Telling their secrets to a special kind
In places their hearts can mend

Hoping that someone can understand
The meaning of their grief
Where an unseen friend will extend a hand
And offer a little relief

Poets are truly a special breed
Through words that's never spoken
Though some are sure of who they are
Most are simply broken