When A Poet Can't Write
Once upon a lifetime ago
split as I may have been
The demons that tormented my
mind, heart and soul
could be vanquished by the
stroke of my pen.
Time has passed by and I'm
some what more whole
But the demons still
slash at my heart!
Yet when I grab my pen
the ink has run dry-
my mind and soul left
torn apart.
K.Scheuer© 12.05.2010
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