My Pen’s No Sword

All of eternity is black.
Endless chasms of pain
racket the unruly and
all that is beauty same.

So I join the masses in
a deviation from norms
to subside the chaos
and quieting the storms.

Hear my sorrow and see
ink dried that poured
down onto this paper;
my pen is not a sword.

I want to laugh friend
and I have a light heart.
We all know the dark
so we are same in part.

Take my hand and see
the best part of me you
brought out of me so
I have faith in our truth.

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