Path of the Poet

LukeCoomer

Path of the Poet

I live in a world of broken souls and bright minds
The ones who carry so much the only relief is to write
The ones surrounded in darkness reaching out to the light
The ones that bring an ink pen to a gun fight
I live in a land of abandoned children and morning ghosts
A place where constant redemption attempts lead a soul to the roast
A place where the treasure doesn’t sink, it floats
A place that exists between horror and hope
My reality is a place people can't just visit and leave
A reality where exploring your pain spells relief
A reality that shows your scars on constant repeat
A reality where I see the real me
This is the home of the broken hearted yet hopeful
Home to the ones who swim through their sorrow
Home to the ones who believe in a better tomorrow
The key is as easy as asking for a pen to borrow

LukeCoomer ©

Comments3

  • Louis Gibbs

    "The ones that bring an ink pen to a gunfight" ... What a great tribute to the power of writing, Luke! Deep thoughts, and a touching, great write!

  • LaurašŸŒ»

    Another fine write, Luke!
    Two of my favorite lines...

    The ones that bring an ink pen
    to a gun fight.

    The key is as easy as asking for
    a pen to borrow.

    Of course , your illustrations are superb.
    I like to following the Path of the Poet

    • LukeCoomer

      Yay thank you!

    • w c

      Thanks LC! "the pen is mightier than the sword"

      • LukeCoomer

        Yes! Yes it is!



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