Prancing In The Void : Poetic Musings And Verses Of Rouse

<p>You pretend that the pen you </p><p>hold calms the storms </p><p>that inhabit your head. </p><p>Call it your sword</p><p>But the world is at nuclear wars.</p><p>Call it an anchor under your sail </p><p>But the ship is already a sunken wreck.</p><p>With the same ink scarring </p><p>sheets of disparate tints</p><p>You know well the pen is all</p><p>but an excuse to not let go.</p>