Poetry brings clarity

in a world filled

with insanity


Long time ago

a friendship was born

with a pen


whispered words

from worlds not seen

or heard, truth


Masked in metaphors

but it shines

bright blue


Pen weaved words

bringing comfort

to the soul



Because it will

get beaten down

and worn


Band aids can’t heal

bullet wounds, restoration

found in literary art


In solitude, pen proved

to be the greatest

of friends


Promised to be

loyal till it’s last



Provided a root for

inner strength’s tree

to grow


Leaves of creativity

and hope

fountain flows.