Poisoned PenA Poem by Chahklat
My pen could be poisoned, truth, a possibility.
Likely to bleed thinned blood and ideas, literally. Solid minds consider bloodied notebooks grotesque. Insane, daydreamer, or to artist fairly a test. Told simply this is our finality, our farewell. Fables, poems, stories for our children to tell. © 2016 Chahklat |
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1 Review Added on August 28, 2016 Last Updated on August 28, 2016 AuthorChahklatSCAboutMy name is Chelsea. I'm 32 years old. I've been in love with writing since I was 10. I have gotten better at it in some ways, but I'd like to go back to my passion when I first discovered my talent. .. more..Writing
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