Solace in My Quill

I had found solace in my quill, 
because therein could be expressed 
that tragedy which gave me chills. 
The pen and ink gave me some rest…

Because therein could be expressed 
the cold emotion that I felt. 
The pen and ink gave me some rest 
from my own soul's distress and welts. 

The cold emotion that I felt, 
discoloring my mind's debris. 
From my own soul's distress and welts…
for only sadness could I see. 

Discoloring my mind's debris, 
the ocean tossed and turned on me. 
For only sadness could I see 
and then I found you set me free. 

The ocean tossed and turned on me 
yet you had taken me to land. 
And then I found you set me free; 
we played like children in the sand. 

Yet you had taken me to land; 
you rescued me from sure demise. 
We played like children in the sand; 
you showed me that you were so wise. 

You rescued me from sure demise…
that tragedy which gave me chills. 
You showed me that you were so wise; 
I had found solace in my quill.
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