A poet, lost in the labyrinth of verse,
A blessing, a curse, a soul immersed.
Words bleed like ink from a wound unseen,
Caught between what is and what might have been.

Not happy, nor sad, just endlessly there,
A storm of feelings, too much to bear.
Love and hate twist in a waltz divine,
A dance where the heart can't draw a line.

Thoughts tangle like vines in a wild, dark wood,
Unspoken...