I came at last to journey's end.
I bled out words with deeper pain
Than ever I conceived of. Then
They asked still more of me again;
I look to freedom 'round the bend.
I bled out words of deeper pain
And I denied no mark of ink.
They asked still more of me again;
All I can do is make you think
Of wisdom, soaking in like rain.
I ne'er denied a mark of ink:
I look to freedom 'round the bend,
For all I do is make you think.
I came at last to journey's end
And pray of words we deeply drink.
postscript
For day 31 of --the Pentelloum. FINALLY. I'm done. I didn't know if I would pull it off this year. I think I much prefer the ones I wrote in the first half of the month. By the second half I had no inspiration and was really just using it as an exercise. However, as I always say, you usually get only three or four good ones out of a month-long poetry challenge. At least that's how it's gone for the past eleven times I've done a month-long challenge. Happy New Year!