Monday, December 30, 2013

an acrostic monday: ink of my pen

I feel overwhelmed or
Not myself, or even a tad
Kooky- I grab my pen

On top of my desk to
Finalize through poem.

My tears or laughter are over
Yander, mingled amidst my words,

Paper scarred with marks and scribbles
Eternally mine and
Never forgotten.

Written by K, Copyright 2013

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