Seemingly a Poet
I've been penning sentence years,
my blood seems made of ink.
With every vowel and consonant,
my letters true I think.
I dream out loud the alphabet,
paragraphicaly it streams.
How true it is,
its me and pen,
that make the paper scream.
I'm a poet so it seems...
Copyright © Ken Bennight | Year Posted 2016
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