When I Write... Poem by Richard Quinby

When I Write...

Rating: 4.5


Am I too honest?
Do I reveal too much?
I open my veins at the keyboard,
my poems are written in blood.
My inner self,
my darkest side,
my very soul
spill onto the screen

2005

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mary Nagy 02 September 2005

I feel the same way Richard. But, we wouldn't want to read anything else....this is what keeps us reading. Sincerely, Mary

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