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)

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July 14, 2004

“the pain inside that burns- yearns- to be free once more…” this simply gets into my heart…so beautiful…..

your thoughts in this moment beautiful…

July 16, 2004

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