Saturday, March 7, 2009

Write

in a dark room
years long past
words flowed
from the pen tip
easily
as blood dripping
from a cut lip
blotting themselves
onto my page
forming pattern
rhyme
by magic force
with no reason
ideas scattered pollen
blowing in my brain
nonsense, no sense
i was accused
as useless as the words
we were locked away
the pen left idle
the page blank
years in solitary
my solitude
now my solace
in words again
the blood flows
words for the soul
emptying
filling
filing
thoughts to pen,
to ink, to page
erasing an age of rage

6 March 2009

No comments: