Pen of a Poet

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When the house turns to ebony
and the whole world counts sheep
thoughts creep into my head
preventing me from sleep.

They beckon the pen of a poet
scribbling words to a page
ink spilling like blood
thoughts meant to assuage.

These perceptions I must share
they have no where else to go
if I do not write them down
I fear I may implode.

The darkness beckons me down
with its long sinewy arms
whispering of seductions
promising of its charms.

I heed its alluring call
having no where else to turn
one day I will regret this
for an eternity in hell I will burn.

Some may ask am I emo?
or some raving lunatic?
To these I answer no
tenebrosity is just my shtick
.

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16 thoughts on “Pen of a Poet

  1. I can relate to this! I can’t tell you how many times I can’t fall asleep or I waken because words start filling my head and I have to get up and write it all down or I’ll never rest. I write so I won’t go mad 😉

  2. Oh I like this reblogging old works. I feel kind of weird if I go to far back in someone’s post history. I don’t know how to explain it, lol but this way I get to see it! 😀

    Great poem! 🙂

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