Writer not a Fighter

I'm a writer not a fighter

I use my skill for the good

of mankind, I leave my anger

behind when I put pen to paper

 

Emotions come to life as the

words seep out, the ink splots

are the souls being born

 

The words have a world of

their own, I sometimes linger

on my thoughts as if to stay a

little longer in thier world

 

The more longer I stay the

harder it is to leave, it's like

they got their grip on me

 

I think they try to steal my

life so as to leave their own

world

 

There is danger luming, they

start to plot and soon we may

see what all these words can do

 

I seem to be blinded by my own

words, never thought I could

feel pain from my own thoughts

as they plot for my down fall; not

seeing it at all

 

 

Reviews

[R.O.M.E.T.S.I.]

The idea of this is really good, however, it's hard to find the flow at times. I think it would really help if you kinda smoothed the rough edges and looked more closely at the sylables in the lines. Just a sugestion. Good job!

[K-mo]

Thanks for the suggestions, I will see how I can work out the cinks:)

[K-mo]

This just came to me, it's short and to me may seem unfinished. Would love to hear some feedback!