Thoughts That Cry Freedom

This penance of suffering
Is both a curse and blessing
To the pen of a poet

As the blood of their hurt
Spills upon the page
Gracing the world with emotional words

Their darkness touches
Often bringing new light
Where there was none

It’s an obsessive world
As words fight to be released
A possession of sorts

Exorcising ghosts
Casting out the demons
That plague the mind

The poet has no choice
When creativity flows
A prisoner to the thoughts that cry freedom