Writing through a deep, deep sadness always within.
Blackened crying, no light anywhere,
when I immerse myself in this pit of hell to write
what and how I feel each moment.
Engulfing many facets of inner tapestries, weaving
endless words into poems of feeling, emotion, worth.
Banging rhythms on words and images of ivory, placating
mindless moments, while filling infinite pages.
Loving impressions and quiet serenity filling my head
with poetical music, everyday surpassing my potential.