Words Poem by Ryan Van Cleave

A blot of ink
A fountain pen
Emptied
To be filled again

A scribbled line
Subconscious verse
Words fill the Pages
Unrehearsed

Meters Rhythms
Verses rhymes
The freed subconscious
Of my mind

A Rorschach test
A point of view
These words lose depth
From me to you

Still they're written
By The deaf and the blind
The one path through
The maze of mind

Neither to
Appeal or flatter
Written for
A different matter

This ballpoint pen
Is my savior
Conduction from
My pen to paper

Ink and steel
Run through my veins
Through these things
My heart is stained

Words of wisdom
Words naive
Words of what
I truly believe

These words I've
Stolen from my soul
Through them I'm freed
Through them made whole