Pencil Wood

Pencil Wood One winter morning found Mom slumped in her chair Stood frozen...All I could do was stare Soon I would experience Emotional pain and suffering beyond compare I asked God why Did he want to see everyone cry Was his love really a lie I challenged him...Make me die Instead he sent me to Depression Hell Without Love I withdrew into a shell Loss of sleep...Continuous soul weep My mind wandered...Thoughts way too deep One day my mind forced my hand to pick up a pencil I wrote then smashed words on paper Turning my Mother's Death Into a Supernatural Caper How she reunited with Dad The more I wrote the less I was sad I told my Doctor of my good news I shared with him my Supernatural Views He asked “How do you know your writing is any good” Maybe all your written words were “A waste of Pencil Wood” I told my Doc I am the best writer in the World At last my mind is clear Death I no longer fear Finally my writing put an end to my mental fight Now I have become a Poet Writers delight Joseph Adam Elward