If Only an Apology
by *
As I pick up my dry pen,
Drained of its ink by endless pages written,
I can only have faith that my words will flow free as they did once upon a time,
That sentiments will be properly conveyed.
If ever I longed to finish a poem -
Perfect and without flaw -
Have it read; heard word for word; and understood entirely,
Let this scribe be that immaculate creation,
For every thought; feeling; expression;
For every idiom transcribed before this piece, as well as after -
Will never hold as much meaning,
As they fight their way free from the darkest , truest depths of the recesses of my
psyche -
There i
