Absolutely gutted Ben as I've read and read and read this piece and wrote a full in depth comment last night as I couldn't sleep then came to post it and low and behold I pasted over instead of copying silly, silly Em lol just know I appreciate and understand this piece completely
Well done again, Mr. Ben! Your temporary pull away from rhyme, stretched the rubber to it's end, then snapped back again. Until that time, I'll write with blood from open wounds,
And sharpen up my quill on bones exposed;
The parchments that are left can decorate my tomb,
Despite my verse becoming broken prose. Those words go deep!
wow what a deep and awakening poem. i love you expressed every writer's fear in stanza 3, yet showed your passion in stanza 1. this poem to me relates the painful passion and love for writing. the necessity to let emotion out. thank you Mr Pickard INSPIRATIONAL