The words fall to the page from my eyes.
The tears that flow form the words
On the blank page before me.
They construct themselves.
The tears tells their own story.
Ones of sadness and misery.
Cut me,
And these poems I will bleed.
©Charlie F. Kane
19/4/07
Charlie F. Kane
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tears-of-a-poet/
