Poet

Lonely nights filled with thinking
Aching head and mind of dreaming
Hazel eyes staring through the window
Beating heart in search of wisdom

Pale knuckles knocking on the table
Locked screaming trying to come fast out
Dumb words waiting for a meaning
Hidden wounds never stop bleeding

Crossed lips are never gonna open
Great feelings will never be expressed
Black pen and a blank sheet of paper
A man with passion and a poet hand