Unwritten
UNWRITTEN
I almost put pen to paper and thought again
This was just catharsis by yet another name
Words were stacked like circling jumbo jets
Anxious to land and divulge for processing
Would my attempt at verse be challenged
No passport to allow such freedom to be
Once written, the cat was out of the bag
Fear of an official embargo on my words
They must break free and loudly protest
Even if merely spoken and not recorded
But mere breath in the air doesn’t survive
So for posterity it’s damn the torpedoes
My pen’s ready and waiting for the sword
As the words now spill out to fill the page
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