Written around 1996, this is the first in a series of poems about my poetry and my self..hope you like it!
For want of a wordsmith I scribe these lines
Searching for reason in rhythm and rhyme
Baring my soul for all who might see
Cringing in darkness, slowly growing free
Best left to nothing yet burdened with pride
Weathered and worn with the unrelenting tide
Burning in blackness like a waterfall of light
Breathing the day past the coming of night.
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