The snarling words
of past thoughts, muses, and revelations
recorded days gone, by this pen,
are gruesome enough to bruise
my fragile and delicate ego;
are almost strong enough
to rip the power from my muscles
and drain this pen of words
like a dried well
able to kill a town
creator of ghosts ad haunts
where weaker men move on.

(4)

© J. Bernhard

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