A/N: As usual, dedicated to ScarletBlazingSoul: one of those who admired my poor works legitimately.
ONCE UPON A PAPER
Once upon a paper, frail and brittle
My inked craft took wing and flew;
I unfolded the soul in every riddle
And lodged my heart in every tittle
From which forth I music drew.
Once upon a paper, I vainly tried
To escape the clutches of despair
And the hounding sorrow down the deep inside
To which long enough I've not replied
And etched my worries on the air.
Once upon a paper, I gave my sound
Long subdued, long unheard from, way.
Way on which my dreams to found
Where finds mind and heart a common ground
Or where the night reconciles with day.
Once upon a paper, quiet, dead,
I wrote eagerly and held my breath;
As my weary plume with black tears bled
Out I sobbed the hate unsaid
And at ease became with death.
YOU ARE READING
Messages from My Soul
PoesíaA collection of poems, essays, reflections, and short stories I hope you'll enjoy. ---Israel/deathstarhunter