The time has come to birth the page,
A writer's chance to act as God,
And spill the ink like smoke from sage
And give the world a story so odd.
To bless and dress the sheet
With words so tender, I see no error
For a father's duty is child complete.
Mention of imperfection offers terror.
By critique and tweaks you age
Blackened, bruised, and put away.
With features erased comes a writer's rage,
For your mistakes were made by Monet.
So long as criticism be mouthed by men
Long imperfection will spill by my pen.
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'The Weathered Man' & other works by Diego Reyes
Ficción GeneralDiego Reyes' heart evoking poems and gothic tales serve as a teaching guide and social commentary for those who read them. His work is heavily inspired by the likes of Edgar Allan Poe, Ann Radcliffe, William Faulkner, and so many more loved voices i...
