[Old and Unreadable] Max's Thought-Provoking Poetry

Page of Charcoal

She writes with her fire
Scribbling along with her nurtured soul alight
She writes with her pain
Strokes the page as the tears strike down her face
She writes in the sunrise, and as the sun sets
The page is tantalising trauma, and yet
There is no end to this pungent devotion
A heart-warming story with tragedy's woes born

Everything into this unique canvas
Resolve flows in the painful light
An unpleasant florescence fills the air
Sweat and tears get her nowhere
'Tis a beauty
And she finds happiness
From the soul
She has burned
And the page of charcoal he has earned

Throbbing and gone
Wasted away
Time lost for nothing
But not spent in vain?

She stares for hours, pours her soul into these pages
Thought about everything as the hours condemn
But it's always blank in the end...

Right back at you, Wanda~