My pen writes my heart,
you read uncertain pleas,
to search through my words,
you find hidden keys.
My soul is unknown,
my embodiment just a cage,
my thoughts unfolded for reasons,
reveal to you a stage.
My dreams are only just,
figments to guide my being,
to allow those who care,
to experience this writer's seeing.
My pen writes to you now,
view the world through my eyes,
for the last thing you shall hear,
are my final forgotten cries.
Author notes
My thoughts written on paper. This poem was sort of based off the song Just Breathe by Anna Nalick. I hope you liked it!
Written September 3rd, 2006
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Thank you! That's exactly what I wanted to hear! I so appreciate your comment!
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Well written
I particularly liked "My pen writes to you now,
view the world through my eyes,
for the last thing you shall hear,
are my final forgotten cries.
as this is what all writers hope to achieve, their readers seeing through their eyes. Well expressed.
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