The hatred of the world
Blows like a mighty wind
Threating to blow me down
Time and again
Yet I write
Fire burns somewhere nearby
Everyone got out
Everyone is alive
Still I write
Through
Rain
Hail
Sleet
Snow
I write
The storms of life come and go
My writing documents it all
Hatred
Plunder
Discoveries
Wonder
All this and more flows from my pen
I am a writer of life
I am a writer of the soul
I feel love
I feel pain
I document it all just the same
My words are simple
I choose them well
Life goes by
I try to tell it's story well
A poet I am
Emotionally charged
Life is my insperation
- Author: Tony36 ( Offline)
- Published: June 16th, 2017 11:57
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Comments4
nicely written tony
Thank You
The same here
Thank You
The writers strength is shown in this good write.
Thank you
You're a special soul Tony; you and the Holy Spirit have got it going on brother! (sp 'threatening' & 'inspiration')
Thank you
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