By-line (Poetry)
By-line
By Asche Keegan
Words create my livelihood
Marking every bad and good
Hatred, fighting, wars, and peace
Fill the news; when will it cease?
Hard love and heartbreak drive my dreams
Tearing tales apart at seams.
Ripped from the darkness of my heart
The first sentence tells my truest part.
While rhyme and rhythm guide my soul
An always constant push or pull—
I live these tales in every breath
These words sing both of life and death.
An author, poet, journalist
Just words on an eternal list.
There’s such a choice in what I write
To blind a man or give him sight.
1 comments
The first two stanzas are much more powerful than the last two, but this whole poem is so profound! Love it. :) It mirrors many of my own recent feelings.
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