This quiet storm, my blinding light,
has never stopped its rage,
Since I began a maiden flight
Upon the written page.

Forever cleaved a heart & mind,
To sacrifice my tears,
In pieces always hard to find
For all the sleepless years.

And comes a day upon due course,
Iíll turn aside my pen.
Its voice still clear, but Iíll be hoarse,
And rest when Iíve a yen.

I shanít imagine when itís time,
Iíll have a little weep.
The final words to set in rhyme,
Then catch up on my sleep.

NaPoGloPoWriMo 2019
Written by Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
Author's Note
Twenty-second Day of Thirty
ēunique words: 74
ēsyllable line count: 8/6/8/6
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