This paper and pen,
Is my weapon of choice,
Again and again,
I will save my unheard voice
I will write till I have no words left inside me,
I will write till everyone knows my truth,
I will write until my soul is set free,
I will write as I slowly lose my youth
My words sit inside of my heart,
Until I let them flow from my fingertips,
As I feel myself fall apart,
And no more whispers escape my lips
If I have my words and a sprinkle of soul,
Why do I need anything more?
It is my escape as I lose what little I can control,
It is my sword in this raging war
-Jack Q, written February 22nd, 2024
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The Kalopsia Poet's Collection
PoetryCarpe Diem ~ Sieze the day "We do not read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race... and the human race is filled with passion." - John Keating D.P.S This is a book of poems I wrote, en...
