 |
Tattered Pages
Tattered pages lay before me
Words written in haste to be
Feelings spiraled on a page
Like a history telling its age
Needing to write to be free
A sought out story, a memory
Dreams telling of their being
I have to write to fight this feeling
For if I stop my heart is silent...
And I won't, call it defiance
So again I write one more for me
Then maybe my mind will let me be....
~THE FLOWING PEN~
Vote for this poem
Tattered Pages
|
|
|
|
©2000 - 2022, Individual Authors of the Poetry. All rights reserved by authors.
Visit My Home Page | Start Your Own Poetry Site | PoetryPoem
[ Control Panel ] [ Today's Poetry - ALL Poets ] [ Search ]
|
|
