Inner

You wish for
poetry and prose,
to enjoy the rhyme and meter
of how it flows.
What you fail to see,
tis' my heart within this book ...
My inner thoughts
out for a look...
MY SOUL IN INK.
Those pretty little words
you seek?
My emotions immortalized
for all the world to see...
To let them do
as they will with me.
To criticize
or acclaim...
Oh! To be felled
BY A PEN!

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