Just a dream

When a poet is broken

All the words have been spoken.

When pages have been shredded

And ink drained and wetted.

And when the heart stumbled

With words I fumbled.

When things don't feel right

Sadness one cannot fight.

Sometimes the tears don't fall

One needs a shoulder to bawl.

I dip my pen in the inkwell of my blood

Wait for the words to break free and flood.

Opening the floodgates of my heart

And see the sorrow flow and depart.

Then I realize it's all been a dream

Things are just not the way they seem.