I never thought to write again After self-doubt A loathing for my own words It infected me Knife wounds Left me scarred Negativity to my craft Left me adrift On a sea of questions Endless pain That isn't real A Mystery unsolved Written in blood Words are murderous Poetic Justification Then the bleeding stopped By a true passion for creative sequence Of thoughts which lead to poetry I healed I became strong I found a new instrument to express my guilt I no longer feel the need to justify my work Nor does the love of flesh Portray the enormity of the ink That weeps upon my page Nor give sufficient life To the words that cling to me Like orphaned children In search of family Knife wounds Left me Scarred Negativity to my craft Left me adrift On a sea of questions Endless pain That isn't real A Mystery unsolved Written in blood Words are murderous Poetic Justification Such pain of mind Amplifies an unjust justification That allows shadows to linger on my mind Which allows the trickle of tears To slowly wet my cheeks A blue Blair Dead still Adds to the temporal ruins That violate my freedoms