Robbing a poet of their pen
is literally thieving them of their freedom -
Because their myriads of thoughts
Will be trapped in their skull
And as they grow
They start to eat away at the poet's sanity...
That seemingly worthless inky shaft
You just stole
Is the only outlet for those thoughts -
The only sword
That makes freedom tangible for poets.
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]
