Thursday, September 21, 2006

The Poet

Trash, trash garbage and rot
The written word is all I’ve got
My muse she sings
My pen she writes
Deep into the dark of night
But when all is done, and all is said
This poet might as well be dead.

2 comments:

Smythe said...

I was moved to tears by this post!!

Kelley Bell said...

Awe, Thanks darlin. That means a lot.