Back Into Writing

I left you because I thought I would not need

The pen in my hands, the thoughts in my head

Where there exist a different light

Different days and different nights



There's never a moment lost in my mind

The thought of writing of any kind

Pretending as hard as i could

That someday I know i should



Would come again facing an essay

Where my mind shall once again say

That dear owner of this head

Release me back alive out of the dead



So someday you would realize

That Francis will summarize

Every word and every sentence

Out of all life's essence



You were born a poet and will live so

Writing as always part of the show

Poems that none may discover

But soon will uncover



Back into writing you come

The pen, the paper, the poem, here they come

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