The return of the poets monster

The problems spill, like sweat of slaves Emotions laid, like brick to build Swift in blood, Write away Dabbed in ink, sworn in oath No one sees, nor hears his pain no one cares, nor feels the same Haunts of this, like life's sun Birth of him, the writings done Break away, to let go outer rim, here he stands the return, to the man of the poets hand And this monster craves, the blood of him the return, of the poets hand