I am starving for words
locked away behind a boulder,
in a cave of fears
where hide vicious bats
that prey on meister blood,
and steal inspiration
to turn them into stones
they hang on moldy walls.
Thieves and forgers of doubt
in unsuspecting dreamers.
I come to the hatchway
to face their king
yet they have none.
Only mercenaries of the dreaming
guarding nothing
but counterfeit jewels
that don’t glint in the light.
Unwelcome though I am,
it is my words
I’ve come to claim.
What moves the rock
but your smile in my mind’s eye,
which lights up the cavern
of hopes turned lifeless.
None mightier a spell
than your name I speak
to break the curse and return
a hero in your eyes.
No higher honor;
no sweeter sacrifice.
Starving for Words
August 12, 2022
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