Of one acknowledging
My name,or a strangers
Desires for seeing my ink
Stained
It's not the fame.....
It has no aid in my excitement,
I'm aroused by the people I'm
Able to touch through my
Writing
A passion I've endured for
Only a little more then a year,
Lacking time to think of marriage
But if poetry proposed it's ring
I would wear
A bond I strive for I am
A slave to my pen, my heart
Assists my mind with
My craft and it delivers the
Message to my limbs
Each piece engraved in
My soul before its made
Viewable to the reader,
So it's company is wealthy
The paper views it as a
Highly paid feature
Mental penetration is the
Occupation of my words, an
Invasion in your bloodstream
Stimulating all your nerves
Bringing froth times
That were lost or you've
Vowed to keep hidden,
Some filled with bliss others
You'd rather keep missing
Ink that assaults that
Spot in which encourage
Tears, or an extraction
Of a message that could
Aid in facing fears
Rebuilding a strangers bond
With oneThat was claimed
missing For years, or
repairing A problem I've
Witnessed Between my peers
A gift that feeds off giving
And I welcome it's greed,
I'll continue to spill my ink
As long as the world continues
To read
This is my passion
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