quill

 
dip the quill and make it bleed
darkness speaks and I must heed
little infection and gossip spread
torrid thought, the toxin leaks

festering wound for all to see
I am not immune
to being hurt my sutures real

a needy wench I may appear
seeking redemtion, within my song
the dark rises and I am awash with anger
it hurts to feel so powerfully

taken under by ennuendos and treachery
an abundance of judgement sounds
critisized and put down

my genuine feelings implore
explore yourself and do no harm
wicked intent is seen and felt
disturbing such a sacred art
it is a shameful act

my thoughts do fly
onto the airs and set free
so I don't wander in madness today