Pen's Provision
the mutterings
the mutterings
the
hush
no
oh but I can not hold
they swell and they mingle
with words not my own
is this the fate?
seeking and penning and pining?
oh but they must spill
they will strangle and martyr
with vengence I do not know
they come in the night
their origin unknown
it's intoxicating
mutter no more.
This poem is about:
Me