Show it to me but offer no rest
To the weary words that trip my tongue
And pull a shroud across the sun
Until I find the muse who lights fire
Inside an empty breast moves the wire
To raise the puppet head high and dip the pen
Once more into the well so ink can stain
An empty page to reveal pain that inspires
So many words to kindle new desires
I know poetry isn't everyone's favorite, but what do you think? What types of posts will make you come back for more? Feel free to post below.
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