jynxorcism

What was once (is again)

They believed the demon fell wanweird 

Assuming it dead they all sighed 

But they buried a poet who never died......

 

Through the cacophonous moans of sorrow 

Beneath the earth it patiently waited 

For the time to be poetically reinstated......

 

Erupting from a metaphor less grave 

Allowing for the speechless to be as they lie 

While I continue to scribe of things that won\'t die....

 

To fill empty pages with new tear stains 

Renewed, ready for the continued journey 

To finally find what it is to complete me..