The Poet & The Pen
Dear pen,
I have known you for 23 years; yet deducting 22, it has left me with only one; for me to fathom that you have always been my fortress but still i remain shortsighted. (The irony) .
I can't begin to imagine the amount of patience you played, before coming to my aid. See! from this, I want to dedicate myself entirely to you; hoping I could at least attempt to replace a fraction, of your good-natured toleranceofmy delay; like back in the day, when i hadwritten those 4 tracks, and my words couldn't echo the fact; that i was moving in circles like a relay. Am sorry!
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Will you curve your words to captivate even the blind? Will you write sonnets that can make me bleed pain and scream hope into the reader's optometry? the poet begs for blessing from the pen. great imagination. tony