PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

There were never words unspoken,

Only thoughts held in,

And with every breath of air another rib was broken,

For my sense of want was made of tin,

So easily outmatched when you compare silver to me,

And what I wanted was a passion for art; see but I learned quick,

I learned that these hands aren't able to hold a pic to a guitar,

they can't sculpt clay in a manner befitting to call ART,

But it's a start in the right direction; even though I know,

I know that these hands can't sign the right words,

I know they can't play the right strings,

I know they can't take the life of a person,

and I know they can barely even save them,

All I can do with these hands is write,

I'm not too terrible at it when I do it in the dark,

It's so easy to imagine the light that shines off that silver,

I couldn't even color between the lines,

Let alone keep a rhyme,

Never a better time then now,

for a brand new start.