A Poet's Torment

We write our pain into oblivion.

Words land like white doves in a field
Where wildflowers painted themselves 
into the landscape

Bright blue dragonflies carry letters
To form sentences filled with 
heartbreaking emotions 

A cursive flow creating new realities
With every generous script

Blood drops from her eyes onto the page
Dark red veins run over the parched paper

Poetry lays the poet’s aching heart bare
Torment discovers itself 
among the glittering sacrifices