It all about has become meaningless

This affair between paper and pen

There's a new emptiness it's giving me

Where I am all but spent

Does it truly change the attitude

Or calm the savage beast

At one time I had hoped

It would fill that darkened need

That need if any has run it's course

As all things must in time

What I thought I found was freedom

But the freedom wasn't mine

It has stolen all it could

When I held out my hand to dance

Dined on my heart and emotions

I never stood a chance

I stand here naked in my innocence

Having given it all to poetry

Hanging now with outstretched arms

On it's cross is where I bleed