For U

For in this ditty,
Of rhythm and rhyme,
No not in pity,
My dark sunshine.

Poison grasps my haven,
Rusty caged desperation,
Writing my poetry then,
In freedoms declaration.

So for what I write,
Exquisite mind bend,
Twisted knot tight,
Of beginning to end.

For when I sling,
Pen to paper,
Pauper to king,
Guest to waiter.

A way a light,
A stop a start,
A day a night,
May we never part.

May we never see,
May we never be,
Alone together,
In the form of poetry…………

Fennigan T 8.7.11