This pen
By Grannyrosie
THIS PEN Flashing red will not abate. Deep thoughts eliciting hate. Hold head in shame and cry, Chase these demons through the sky. Fight the evil here within, Stoking anger, feeding sin. Write with strokes so deep and cruel, Pen becomes the devils tool. Pile dissent and bitterness high, Don’t let one bad thought pass on by. Nurture this hatred to the end. No peace, no joy. Not one friend. Finished yet? Has it all gone? Now smile. Arise to meet the dawn. Purged that evil all away. Cleansed for yet another day. Bless this pen, my MASTER’S tool, Shows me that I am a fool. Forgot for a minute, HE is there. HE sorted me out, with loving care. Written December 17th, 2001 © on Dec 16 2001 05:05 PM PST, Patricia Rosenberg 0 • 10
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