Prose of distant memories,
Scribe’d in ink of blood and tears.
Conveys the words unspoken,
Locked inside all these years.

Uninhibited in release of thought,
Brought forth by eternal clarity.
Freed from the bonds of demons,
Outside the prison of mortality.

Words which can never justify,
To those not held account.
For a thousand pages of a thousand words,
Is still insufficient in amount.

It’s merely honesty of the soul,
Before to the flood we drown.
Resolution by the pen,
Left without a sound.

© 2011 By AB Frank, All Rights Reserved

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