Facing The Dark
Sometimes the blotter goes dry,
Before you splash the swirls...
And sometimes the shadows softly call,
And you follow
Sometimes life takes centre stage
Leaving you questioning it all...
And sometimes the only thing left...
Is to suspend it all..
Just remember, your words...
Were never pixelated fatigue.
But bright lights, blazing streaks...
Defying the darkest of cores
I have been in the shadows as well...
I know that dark very well...
Keep that spark and only know,
The seat is always warm for you all
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....To many whose pens have gone inexplicably quiet somehow...
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