Writers Folly

Writers Folly

 

The words that flow

Splatter the pages like paint

Caressing the sheet like a fine silk

Drawing out my personage

Drowning my fever

 

The words that sour

Lick the putrescent wound

Casting me into everlasting fire

The calligraphy I created on paper

Now the hellion that burdens my name

 

The words that lay waste

Sidesweep the solidity of that vital spark

Causing the distress, the calamity, the plight

To bristle around my leery steps

A reckless abandon, to a forgotten hope

 

Author's Note

Comments are always appriciated. Poetry isnt my strong point so im working on trying to improve it.

Reviews

[Illegitimate Artist]

Doesn't every writer, pro or not, know that same feeling? I really love your wording. Its excellent!