Pencil Wood
Pencil Wood
One winter morning found Mom slumped in her chair
Stood frozen...All I could do was stare
Soon I would experience
Emotional pain and suffering beyond compare
I asked God why
Did he want to see everyone cry
Was his love really a lie
I challenged him...Make me die
Instead he sent me to Depression Hell
Without Love I withdrew into a shell
Loss of sleep...Continuous soul weep
My mind wandered...Thoughts way too deep
One day my mind forced my hand to pick up a pencil
I wrote then smashed words on paper
Turning my Mother's Death
Into a Supernatural Caper
How she reunited with Dad
The more I wrote the less I was sad
I told my Doctor of my good news
I shared with him my Supernatural Views
He asked “How do you know your writing is any good”
Maybe all your written words were “A waste of Pencil Wood”
I told my Doc I am the best writer in the World
At last my mind is clear
Death I no longer fear
Finally my writing put an end to my mental fight
Now I have become a Poet
Writers delight
Joseph Adam Elward
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