All That's Left Is To Write
The words I write represent a brief vacation
To a place of solitude and sublimation
They help me recycle the trash that I find
And leap from the compost heap that is my mind
They help me excise and examine
And to enjoy both feast and famine
These words act as both hammer and nail
Blind man's Braille and believer's Holy Grail
Lastly, these words provide me with peace
In this rented body and this world that we lease
Copyright © Trey Hamner | Year Posted 2016
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