Shadows tickle my feet
Thunderous sounds
Scratch and screech
Along the hardened walls of my
beat,
beat,
beating heart.
From the start,
I've been quiet and set apart
I take solace in the silence
But with this art --
With this pen!
I begin to make amends
To my wounded sins.
I find strength in words
And courage in rhymes
I can spit it in an instant
Or write it out in time.
One, two, three times
I scratch out and
Re-scribble every line
Until it's perfectly aligned
A beautiful design
By a beautiful mind
Nothing more,
Nothing less.
One of a kind.
Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 10:26 PM UTC
Shadows tickle my feet
Thunderous sounds
Scratch and screech
Along the hardened walls of my
beat,
beat,
beating heart.
From the start,
I've been quiet and set apart
I take solace in the silence
But with this art --
With this pen!
I begin to make amends
To my wounded sins.
I find strength in words
And courage in rhymes
I can spit it in an instant
Or write it out in time.
One, two, three times
I scratch out and
Re-scribble every line
Until it's perfectly aligned
A beautiful design
By a beautiful mind
Nothing more,
Nothing less.
One of a kind.
