I Found a Poem

I found a poem I took it home It wasn’t mine ……I knew. But then again on reading it I knew it wasn’t through For something bade me …..“hither…..write…” I labored long Into the night Led somehow through a fog At times my pencil trembling …..A cold unfallen log. Faltering yet standing tall I climbed above the pall The echoes from another’s past ………A distant siren call. To free the pen Unsheathe the sword And free my last …..Unwritten word. John G. Lawless ©5/6/2022