past victories

The writer's pen lies idle,
Unchallenged by the mind,
Words of wisdom, words of truth,
Lain before the blind.

The need to write, express oneself,
Stronger than the sword,
Pent up anger, fear and love,
Contained in every word.

Looking back on brighter days,
Of flowing words and rhyme,
Ridiculed and punished,
His art the only crime.

The writer's pen still idle,
Unchallenged and unused,
Words of wisdom, words of truth,
Twisted and abused.

A sad demise for one so wise,
His cries for help unheard,
An epitaph, a signing off,
A final written word!