My Pen

My Pen. Blue ink spilt on paper From the pen with witch I write Words flow from my heart and souls Golden light Words of love words of sorrow About the past And tomorrow At times Words of rage My pen a weapon For injustice cruelty and needless war Empathy for the down trodden The homeless and the poor Written with blood She’d for truth justice and good My thoughts feelings and emotions Deeper than the deepest ocean I give my heart and soul With every cell and fibre of my being To express the things I’ve been through And the things around me I have seen A legacy to all who care to read Long after I’ve gone to seed Some people might not like my words As I often swim against the tide For what Truly believe in And Gods laws I try to abide Good or bad happy funny or sad writing is my mistress My joy conviction Pleasure my life always true to myself# What ever you think of my words This is Me. Peter Dome©2019.