Mercy of Words
Mercy of Words
the two faced sanctity of writing
offers such solitude through ink
but fails in such comparison
to leaving that outside of comfort
words flow for hours at hand
raining down through pages
beheading the thought
to leave this place
the cruelty of realizations
paint the picture
that begins this page
never, never feeling
the pain inside
that burns-
yearns-
to be free once more
a dream among rage
to silence the fight
all is free
but not right
too many words
not enough time….
(Kelly)
“the pain inside that burns- yearns- to be free once more…” this simply gets into my heart…so beautiful…..
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your thoughts in this moment beautiful…
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Meta-poetry is always fun. ;o) When I sit down to write without an idea of what I’ll be writing, it usually ends up being…well, writing about writing. ;oP
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