-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.
