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