Analysis of A Poets Profile

And then there are people who live to write,
condemned by a pen and of an unguided mind.
With a heart that feels and see much more than what is wanted,
meant to be broken in thousand pieces,
till the tears ran dry and eyes closed in peace,
ahh..silence put me in your sweet embrace.

And then the words will stop coming,
my hearts eye will be sightless.
In repose, I will lie in peace
at the shade of my thoughts,
even darkness is rest.

Hands will be still as my breath.
My pen a mute witness,
my words an echo of my humble existence.