none so powerful
have I received
as this gift
of dancing ink

what wounds have healed

what tears have dried

as words carry
my heart's pain
to the page
where it remains
imprisoned

each night I stare
into darkness
afraid to close my eyes
should morning reveal
my pen
depleted...


                                                          none so powerful
                                                          have I received
                                                          as this curse
                                                          of restless ink

                                                          what wounds renewed

                                                          what tears spill fresh

                                                          as words
                                                          fill my heart
                                                          with pain
                                                          immortalized
                                                          on the page

                                                          each night I stare
                                                          into darkness
                                                          afraid to close my eyes
                                                          should morning reveal
                                                          my pen
                                                          refilled...