The pen that once held peace
now only mocks me
The paper that once held deliverance
now with holds all freedom
from my stretching fingers
Even as I write this,
I realize that it is in vain
Somehow I know
no freedom or unknown wisdom
will be written loose
But with visions of clever word choices
proclaiming my wisdom,
I write on;
faithfully waiting for
the peace only the written word can bring.
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