My Only Talent
Inspired by Edgar Allan Poe
On a cold winter’s night
I sought for a way to renew my sight
And bring once more to light
My muse, a reason for my pen to fight
All these stagnate barriers, walls
Their static bricks far too heavy and tall
For me to climb or move at all
This corpse—like feeling makes my skin crawl
I wish to spread my wings
To fly atop the crowns of kings
To perch on the edge of life’s rings
So I might hear how the siren sings
Her beautiful music that lead
My feet to mimic lead
For my poems are silently read
As my eyes are covered in red.
Free me! Free me!
I shout and plea
If there’s anyone out there who can still see
Guide me back to where I should be
And I will pay and reward thee
For aiding in the return of my glee
But my money isn’t mere currency
It’s a poetic gift like the honey of a bee
It’s all I know how to make
When my life and love are at stake
So my hand begins to feverishly shake
I’ll write and write 'til I’m no longer awake
(2013)
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