Thursday, November 1, 2018

The writer of life


The hatred of the world
Blows like a mighty wind
Threatening to blow me down
Time and again

Yet I write

Fire burns somewhere nearby
Everyone got out
Everyone is alive

Still I write

Through
Rain
Hail
Sleet
Snow

I write

The storms of life comes and goes
My writing documents it all
Hatred
Plunder
Discoveries
Wonder
All this and more flows from my pen

I am a writter of life
I am a writter of the soul
I feel love
I feel pain
I document it all just the same

My words are simple
I choose them well
Life goes by
I try to tell it's story well

A poet I am
Emotionally charged
Life is my inspiration

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