When gloom grips the hand of loneliness
And through my heart they brazenly roam,
With a deluge of words I expel them,
And they're briefly exiled to a poem
They never go far, yet I'm grateful
For their absence, if only a while;
I sigh when pain and loneliness retreat . . .
While unfettered, I manage a smile
It might seem strange that I must relate
Through verse what my heart can't forget:
The anguish when Love walked out of my life,
The delight when Love and I first met
You see, poems are words I write in haste,
With a madness that's hard to explain;
Much like a snake shedding old worthless skin,
Through my poems I shed unwanted pain
But the day will come when I'll admit
How absurd it was for me to think
That I could escape this prison of woes
With rhymed words and a few drops of ink!