Every Verse

In Our Hearts

In Our Hearts: 

In our hearts, we all are poets, we write without need of a pen,

but blood is our ink - we use more than we think - and when we run out, it'll be the end.

In our hearts, we all are poets, and our actions speak louder than words,

after everything done, a silence follows, and within a voice can be heard.

In our hearts, we all are poets, we write using all of our time,

yet the most beautiful poem is the one that is different; the one without a rhyme.

The one that means nothing, but when you look past the smoke and mirrors, you see the faintest light,

and the voice can be heard in the silence, it says: "Walk a path even if you don't know it's right." 

The pen you cannot see or feel, yet still sits right there in your hand,

has blood dripping from the tip, only now it's dry as sand,

Every last move you make, every last word and breath,

every attempt, every verse, all bring you closer to death.

In your heart, you are a poet, reciting before you even rehearse,

I'll come to you, dear fellow poet, let me help you write one last verse.

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