Scribe, Scribble

When the words you write wander far away,
Refusing to affect and remove the sullen gray,
Just you lay back and rest assured
Every pain and woe will be cured.

When you can't even raise a smile,
And putting pen to paper is a poetic trial,
Just you write on through the night.
Scribe, Scribble out your plight.

By Anthony AJ Jackson
9-28-1998 6:29pm