Wednesday, January 26, 2005
black markers for refuge.

its scribbles a-flowing on the sheet,
holds the key to my defeat,
for all my fears spill on this page,
i lock them up in flimsy cage,
and when it breaks i will know why,
but i will smile without a sigh,
to stifle my screams, the pen shall bring,
me to write a song to sing,
a song to sing, for days to come,
as each day passes the pain grows numb,
will numb my pain and make me sane
until it calls my name again,
again it calls for me to write
to write until my pen ignites
ignite to fury and tears within
within my pen the poems begin.
and so the pen and paper compete,
its scribbles a-flowing on the sheet.