A poet's pen is a wonder to behold.....
it never sleeps..

It goes to bed hungry anxiously ready to wake up and write again.. ..
Wants only to make its thirst quenched when it never can
holds on to the tomorrows and cannot forget the past.
Writes with love and pain and sometimes hatred
to satisfy the hurt that life can cause AND LAST.....

Hold that Poet's pen
hold it to your heart
to sing its praises
that cannot take a flight
sings of many sorrows
never to see the light of day
buried in many hearts.....

The prisons of come what may
The roving poet
sings of yesterday
crying of tomorrows
which will never come
the Poet's pen never rests with tears to hold it on.......

Debbie Brooks