Friday, November 8, 2013

her pen

mightier than the sword, i am
strength passed from hand to hand

coveted by old school writers
loved by wandering poets

she seeks me out
in troubled times

to scribble madly
across the page

looking for a meaning
to all the madness

looking for a reason
for all the sorrow

spilling my ink
along with her tears

day after day
in sun so bright

night after night
in her hunt for the moon

and all the sensibility it brings


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