Why I Write…
There were dark moments
Darker than molten obsidian
That darkens the seasons
And made me act dark
Solace couldn’t offer solace
Peace had a hurricane in it
Joy was feigned on dysphoria
And I hoped beyond Hope
So I bare my soul to my pen
And the pitiful thing cried
And did bleed all on my scroll
That pains be slavish to words
I write to diagnose and cure
I write to bridge the gap for Me
And all with selfsame twists
That I may smile, that they, too.
published by LitLight E-Magazine, 2019.
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