Write my words
Get them out
To the world and throughout
The meadow, stream or a skunk
If he cares to listen, tho I doubt.

My words will be
Ones I need to say
Not rambling
In a narcissistic way.

Meaning something
Felt and heard
Lasting maybe
On tongues that have heard.

Hear them now
Listen close
I’ll whisper softly
The ones you need the most.
~ Patrice

Pen Drawing ~ Illustration by Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016