A Broken Poet

I write my heart on coffee stained pages

Ink like blood from a wound that never ages

Thought these lines might save my soul

But they just carve the pain in deeper holes

I try to rhyme away the ache inside

Wrap sorrow up in verses, try to hide

But every word I write feels like a scream

And every stanza kills another dream

I’m a broken poet with a heavy pen

Writing storms I can’t outrun again

Every line I spill just fuels the flame

And nothing takes the hurt away

No, nothing takes the hurt away

I built a world from metaphors and scars

Hung my hope like lanterns in the dark

But the light just made the shadows grow

And left me choking on the things I know

I put my pain in sonnets, wrapped in rhyme

But I just resurrect it every time

Thought I’d find freedom in the ink

But it just drags me further to the brink

I’m a broken poet with a heavy pen

Writing storms I can’t outrun again

Every line I spill just fuels the flame

And nothing takes the hurt away

No, nothing takes the hurt away

I used to think that writing healed

Now it’s just how the wounds get sealed

Like carving grief into a stone

So the silence won’t feel so alone

Now I write like it’s a final breath

Each word a love letter to death

I scream in cursive, sob in prose

And pray that someday, the bleeding slows

I’m a broken poet with a shattered soul

Pouring poison into every scroll

Every truth I tell just feeds the pain

And nothing takes the hurt away

No, nothing takes the hurt away

Still I write it anyway…

Because it’s all I have

To keep the dark at bay

© 2026 A Broken Poet

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