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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