Please be patient,
And most kind,
My trembling hands deceive –
My quivering makes me seem –
Ever so cowardly!
Don’t believe the tremors,
They can’t possibly tell my tale.
But my pen refuses to bleed,
It’s tired of sobbing for me.
And at my door I find,
Emotion most unkind!
It detests me for -
All that I’ve dismissed,
Amassed and stored.
Yet how can I reveal
Words too near, too dear?
Into what fountain would I pour
The love I choose to ignore?
Blank white pages – my beloved.
They’ve become my only escape
From Dire prison cages!
Apr 24, 2011
Apr 24, 2011 at 11:05 PM UTC
Please be patient,
And most kind,
My trembling hands deceive –
My quivering makes me seem –
Ever so cowardly!
Don’t believe the tremors,
They can’t possibly tell my tale.
But my pen refuses to bleed,
It’s tired of sobbing for me.
And at my door I find,
Emotion most unkind!
It detests me for -
All that I’ve dismissed,
Amassed and stored.
Yet how can I reveal
Words too near, too dear?
Into what fountain would I pour
The love I choose to ignore?
Blank white pages – my beloved.
They’ve become my only escape
From Dire prison cages!
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