hidden

he hides
behind a pen

hides
behind a word

hides behind the ink swirled
onto paper

no one knows
who he is

who he’s been

he is only
a masque
of woven words

read
read
whatever he writes

read
read
every story

read and read
the key is in the art

read
and read

the words that support him

the ink
from the pen

of the writer


© Frank Prem, 2017

December 2017 Poem #35 nocturne

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