A Writer's Reverie
An image once conjured was deemed unforgettable,
For an inexpiable deed was done once she painted,
Scrawls across the gnashed pages that need to be fed
Of impish creativity,
Of feigned grief,
Of radical breathings,
Of trodden misgivings,
Of mastered betrayal,
Of heavy injustice,
The mind coaxes the hand with such intensity, that
Quashed the tip of a quill, raven ink which seeped into
Clawed trenches onto the parchment as it molders,
An umbrage to those whom relinquished their dreams,
Into the flaming recesses at which dawn never break.
Copyright © Julia Ho | Year Posted 2016
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