Lost in the Ink, It's then I Write

Written in respect of what all writers do.

These lonely lines
Indeed do strive
Waiting to be filled
With words so alive

And with ink I do scribble
Indeed do note
Live these letters
Of all that I wrote

An this martyred pen
Bleeds everyday
Cries it's thoughts
In this only way

Continues wording
And threading my thoughts
Connecting ideas
Of stories I caught

And they know not
That I wrote of them
They know not
Of what I begin

And I laugh at my own joke
Cuz clearly it's funny
Laugh at my own self
Cuz no ones this cunning

Writes their lively life
On deceased old trees
Let's ink flow in all it's glory
As her pen begs her please

11-29-10