
Great writers pay a tragic price
For relatable words, they’ll utter
Transcendental storms of truths
Come full circle every other decade
Beset in priori and posterior battles
Where the writer clings to what was
As life drags them along to what is
Broken, scarred but still ever faithful
To their heart, bleeding or otherwise
Their tormented mind cries silently
Only their soul keeps them together
Time passes: they eventually recover
Being one of life’s humanistic muses
To express renewed tragical…truths
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Poet of the Light © 2022