Endowed with words,
  I run to the page

Hoping my pen
  can be found

Keeping them alive, I’ve
  yet to inscribe

Their voices seep and drip
  to the ground

Left waiting inside
  my hand starts to write

As the ink begins to flow
  lines astound

My day now complete,
  this night I shall sleep

The gifted verse safe
—written down

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)