-writers block

-writers block

the inkwell of sadness
is that I have a thorn on my tongue
it bleeds poetry
and that is all I can ask
 
W.E.

I have a thorn on my tongue
but it bleeds poetry

I have a horn in my belly
and it hinges my humility

I am torn from society
because in it I find no humanity

I have sworn to recluse
just to keep my sanity

I’ll adorn the cloak of beggars
just to maintain civility

I was born in plenitude
but hope to die in spiritual poverty

I mourn what we’ve become
in all this insanity

So I await the horn
to return to felicity

-W.E.