The Inkwell of Woe
I gather up my words
vaulted in my inkwells
dictionaries of feeling
my muse advises me
to plunge my quill
today in suffering
a dictionary of woe
sadly never ending
each word a lost soul
lost through ignorance
my quill quivers in despair
then light a yellow rose
my muse said refile it
she saw my concern
it stands for peace
you've not yet learnt
how to use it yet in fact
I don't think you ever will
each chance has been abused
oh there'll come one
when self-destruction
is finally realized extinction
the human race disgraced
the yellow rose elated
set free from suffering
the yellow rose of peace
the red rose of love
it to a soul survivor
I gathered up my words
sadly my muse now writes
me now also a lost soul
a word in the inkwell of woe
Theme 'I gather up my words'
Let Your Pen Drip - Poetry Contest, sponsored by Broken Wings
05/18/18
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