Pen to paper black or blue
I write the words to match the truth
Reading back see what’s written
Story of life stuck in forgotten

Words now gone for me to grill
Spring summer comes the storm
Hang on branches not to brake
Crisp leaves crushed and torn

One by one written in blood
Evil sounds they make me feel
Word by word memories read
Hidden inside the meaning was dread

Verse by verse rhyme to see
Hands that hold the final key
Black Ink stain set in
Flowing freely write to feel the Chi