Unpublished Fellow
Lost within his scattered words,
he cannot write what's want for heard.
He chooses not a well trained path,
constant fighting with his pen.
He's not the passion of the poet,
not the wisdom of the thief.
Confuses even true himself,
his words of unbeleif.
Madness is what makes him sing,
while screaming in his pillow.
The ink his left don't mean a thing,
poor unpublished fellow.
Copyright © Ken Bennight | Year Posted 2016
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