With a broken pencil upon
tear stained pages, scratching out
thoughts detailing lost ages.
Immune to academic scorn
creating words fitting new forms,
sewing new dimensions.
In the world where writers ink can be
shaded by isolations bleak stagnation,
my sorted letters find stained pages.
Ajerry 11-7-13
Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 8:58 AM UTC
With a broken pencil upon
tear stained pages, scratching out
thoughts detailing lost ages.
Immune to academic scorn
creating words fitting new forms,
sewing new dimensions.
In the world where writers ink can be
shaded by isolations bleak stagnation,
my sorted letters find stained pages.
Ajerry 11-7-13