I can feel it, my heart turning blue. Inspiration comes and the words flow. Not without tears, not without pain. I see it taking shape, on the blank paper, in front of me. What I feel exactly, turning into words. It is beautiful, it is horrible, These words mirror my heart. I have to get it, before it escapes. I must ****** it from the Γ¦ther Before it's gone forever And does the poem come out, I bear it, a painful birth for both it and me And so it comes out Through my eyes with tears.