Father

i

if my pen soars
into the blue yonder …vast
and my cloudy bursts of famed rains
will soon be willed to demons…

if this madness runs
in the veins of lines maestros…

this madness of man made God

take it from me…

ii

if this wordy prowess and power
corrupts to worship one
a demigod…

and mislead many…

if this pen
bleeds lines vacant in your bid
if it is this pen…

i will be okay with You without the pen

take it from me …

iii

if these feathers in poetic estuary
held within my flaming fingers

will soon…Father…

drift into the fame of dark ink…
and bring me dreams of greedy ghouls

save me
be in my dreams

and this pen…

take it from me.