This is a short poem describing the power of written word...Enjoy!
As the blood raced though my veins, I poured my heart out on the page, releasing me of my pain, freeing me of my rage/ realizing the power of the pen, I used it to strike back, spreading ink like venom, launching my attack/ maybe I should have surrendered and taken the higher road, but provoked by emotion, I felt my story must be told/ with loaded ammunition, the pen as my weapon of choice, I scribbled away my fears, and I inscribed myself a voice/ But now I wonder, was it worth it in the end? Tearing down another’s character, in the name of sweet revenge/see the problem with using the pen to injure and disgrace is that ink is usually permanent, leaving a stain you can’t erase.
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...