Last Writes.

I was terrified but I wrote it down anyway

My lips never moved but I had much to say

So my fears I tried to allay

I spent the night with pen in repose

By firelight I wrote atrocious prose

But when morning came I found the words an abomination

The harsh early light demanded retraction

I tried to read them but my eyes mechanically shut

On this word feast I would not glut

Now I understood their rejection and demands for words that smiled

I was a dark, macabre creature; they were not beguiled

Still I loved myself, my words, like an owl loves the night sky

He embraces the darkness and within it he flies

Within it he spills his words and they are dotted with stars

And someone listens even if it's only Mars

So I too

SAY!

SING!

I write the sad words down

But I never read them.