an eclipse on creativity
a pen in depravity
notebooks filled with need,
brimming with me, sit
words elude me, again
but it is good
the hole in my heart
that flowed through my pen
has healed
it pinches and pulls
sometimes, like
scar tissue will do
but the bleeding is through
wellness lives there
where memories willingly dwell
it is full again
shadows clear, finding warmth
there is a sunrise
beaming on tomorrow
providing glimpses I see
willing to be, happy
again, free to be,
even cliché, me
free from judgment
harsh substance of hate
in standing failure
waste
the harshness of eyes
disapproving
love filled with lies
no eternity cares
to withstand that disdain
a leveled hand of refusal
inexcusable in an ease
to pass cold shoulders
with bread and butter
shocked and humored
led to believe me,
crazy
knowing too well
not so
and I left the scene
of failed marital sanctity
lost rescue attempts
floating in a dingy
in troubled seas
relieved
that i have found me
finally
and this pen in depravity
feels the voracious need
to slurp the words of
those before me and
take me to a place
swimming in poetry
and poets
that know that
no answer lives
and breathes
without the pen



E.Forge
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