The Quill

In dark corners are

Poets writing quill in hand

Little hope that ever will

Their words be read by any one

Still they write words so dear

Hoping some day to be known

People then their words to learn

Change the lives of whose who read

Yet in darkness they are found

Seeking not the light nor the crowd

Will not stand on a stage

Before a crowd their words to say

Fear of that which may be

Of if the people might turn away

Hiding in the darkness they stay

With the words they hold dear

Captive by the things they fear

 

 

 

 

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