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MIGHTY PEN
enclosed
in this four corners
with the walls
closing in
shackled feet
were groaning
in misery
my mind can run
unhindered
as my ink spilled
trapped no more.
enclosed
in this four corners
with the walls
closing in
shackled feet
were groaning
in misery
my mind can run
unhindered
as my ink spilled
trapped no more.
Turly thought-porvoking!!! The premise of not finding an outlet from day-to-day complications until finding the almighty pen is excellent. I loved the brief yet direct approach describing a type of panic with the 4 compacting walls. Well done my friend.
Loved this!
Yes, how true it the thought - you can be in a prison, but no one can stop the mind to travel far and wide behind the high walls. It made me stare over the ocean, thinking about thoughts, dreams, and the pen... A lovely poem! Regards Donkerman