A pen fences me in
and bleak my days in iron cages
I did always seek
to fill the blank page
to escape my den
i live within:
a tool to keep me
gate closed
where I did  search the key
to the greenest description
saw a  wise
freedom:
I seek to write now
with invisible inks,
of old faded fables
closed in drawers in dusky tables
a blank
page.