Penned In Pain
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Penned in Pain Penned in the pain of the poet, Inked with the tears that flowed. Etched into the stone that used to be her heart. That is the muse of the writer. Each word echoing their grief, Every tear fueling her ink. Everlasting it is, Because of this world where we live. Painted masks upon hidden faces, Pretending to be human, disguised by social graces. The very pretense of man. This her muse, her pain. For she wore the heart of the jester, while this world laughed at her pain. © 2016 Dell Anne Raye All Rights Reserved
