Pen's Provision

the mutterings

the mutterings

the

 hush

 no

oh but I can not hold

they swell and they mingle

with words not my own

 

is this the fate?

seeking and penning and pining?

 

oh but they must spill

they will strangle and martyr

with vengence I do not know

 

they come in the night

their origin unknown

it's intoxicating

 

mutter no more. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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