Poets
Are strange, weird, not normal -
And free.
They've bonded with freedom:
Forget that some of them are being cuffed by their demons -
Envy the very fact
That as they hold their pens
Of different shapes, sizes... Ink colour...
Freedom becomes tangible to them.
YOU ARE READING
Writer's Whispers
PoetryIt's only at night that you hear the faint whispers of the writer's pen trailing paper. [COMPLETED]
