yes
for the scars that remain after the battered soul heals
for the ongoing hemorrhage of injurious hope
for the fears arising from tortures too ghastly to be mentioned
for the pit of despair where rests stagnant laughter, mired in decay...
for these pieces of the poet's being... there must be poetry
for in the words of the verse, hammered out on life's iron keys
i often find relief and sometimes
in moments of purest grace
are discovered
wonderful questions.
(the poet knows this. true?)