A Writer's Delight

I am but a tortured soul.

I grab my pen but there’s a hole.

My words are messy and seem surreal.

Searching further. Breaking the seal.

Emotional rhythm. My heart is heavy.

Kicking. Screaming. Demolish the levee.

Haunting thoughts fill my nights.

More and more my heart delights.

Hostage that I am to thee.

You think this is killing me?

Words are linked without an end.

They put up a shield that will not bend.

Sleepless nights. Tossing and turning.

So long as this flame is still burning.

Pulling me deeper into your distress.

Seeking for solace after the mess.

Alluring. Enticing. Finally it’s clear.

Isn’t this what brought us here?

Before my eyes, my dreams are unfolding.

Written by the pen I am holding.

I grab my pen and words become whole.

I am no longer a tortured soul.

Author's Note

"Writing is a form of personal freedom. It frees us from the mass identity we see in the making all around us. In the end, writers will write not to be outlaw heroes of some underculture, but mainly to save them themselves, to survive as individuals." - Don Dellilo

Reviews

[BlackCl0ud]

I know exactly how you feel, excellent rhymes.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

someone else who found freedom in the bottom of an inkwell awesome Robin!

[light and ashes]

love this, I connect with it so much.

[Fabric Pulse]

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