The Sculptors Pen
The sculptor’s pen writes my pain
Etched words flow in my veins
I writhe inside- distorted
I am controlled
Not by what I want
But by a vision
Perceived
Inside
The
Sculptors
Mind
Upon the
Floor
discarded
Scattered
Askew
His
Ideas
Control
What
I do
©? Brenda V Northeast 13th January 2012
Copyright © Brenda Victoria Northeast | Year Posted 2012
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