JAGGED AND FERAL

The ink fluid in it's purpose
teetering on the edge of my reality
my mind free to do it's service
black is the ink well with my
thoughts floating in the darkest seas

I am in the depths of my journey
my heart does stall as I do call
and gaze at the ships of mercy
I drink from the storm
but I am still thirsty...
words may tremble and fall

pen points,

my reactions jagged and feral
though my letters are sterile
from A to Z they do no harm
thoughts have left me disappointed
have I been anointed?
and if so,
then I give my writing arm...

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem is powerful. Many strong points in this poem.
"I am in the depths of my journey
my heart does stall as I do call
and gaze at the ships of mercy"
Mercy is necessary. Memory allow us not to make the same mistakes twice if we are wise. Sometime being anointed mean we must write the words down to be remembered. A excellent poem. Kind of poetry that could be discussed.
Coyote

[biggerthenu]

I like nice write

[MS. BABy]

I LOVE THIS PIECE