Reach Far and Wide
What the hell can I do with a pen
other than stab myself with emotion
would someone feel the pain
understand the constant agony
would they hear the tone of emptiness
or the longing in my heart to be held
thine ink has run its race
no ribbons for the losers
refills become another journey
to that backward path so hollow
indian ink shall one day become extinct
and the ashes will reach far and wide
but where will they land
upon which soul will they touch
whom will share the pain
caress the inner demons
and be thankful
to know they were never alone......
The holidays seem to have a certain effect upon the souls of many writers and
especially poet's. It can be a very telling time for many, as pain effects everyone
differently, and unfortunately there are far too many who can truly relate, but only
when it is shared and in doing so you can relish the fact that you are never
alone.....peace
Copyright © Bob Shank | Year Posted 2006
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