From the Dripping Pen In My Hand

Some come to visit my poetry, my sad writing with a passing word, a phrase, maybe biting, a sweet comment, a mention, a whisper heard. And I write from my blood dripping pen, words drowned in tears with dirge and weeping, this is my God given forte, amen. My written works are my proof of sorrow creeping. deep pain and life contemplation, silent thoughts, drifting meditation and pondering, all this is what I need for creation of a word- from the blood dripping pen in my hand. _________________________________ January 20, 2019 Poetry/Rhyme/From the Dripping Pen in My Hand Copyright Protected, ID 19-1106-589-02 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.