For I Am Only The Writer

For I Am Only The Writer

for I am only the writer,

when using pen on parchment;

in order for me to become,

this conveyer of messages sent;

so as a result of my handiwork,

that even at the times,

when I struggle fiercely so

to grasp a simple message,

or surrender;

when trying to understand,

how,

when

and where it came to me.

for I am only the writer,

as I sculpt with words;

painted pictures from one’s mind,

in fine detail of musical lyrics;

from this poetic scribe,

that uses a pencil for expression,

which I really understand;

is a God given talent.

for I am only the writer,

in having a deep satisfaction,

when writing with a humorous spoof;

and a take out the mickey approach.

when scribbling down with poetic licence,

often then comes,

moments of feeling numb,

whilst thinking thoughts of happenings past ,

described in detail,

over and over again.

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for I am only the writer,

when sometimes I see a certain situation,

then being the owner of interpretation,

frequently refusing to step back or retreat,

from using a certain line,

a statement, phrase or a verse;

I let each written word stand on its worth,

ashamed not I of my contribution to the literature;

that I like to scribe to be.