the poet



the words come easy for him

drop like water from a cob web

slipping into his mind

a silver shiver

a vibration

that others would not notice

anguish is his companion

angst is his muse

he dares to walk in your shoes

spills your blood

feeds your soul

then wipes your tears with a breath

a promise on the cheek

a kiss you did not feel

a feeling you needed to know

by Susan M Lane