I Swear I Have A Writer’s Face

I Swear I Have A Writer's Face
 Eyes Drawn Within Their Own Abyss.
 Shadowed Penciled Crescents  
 Lines That Fall From Eyes To Lips.  

 I Swear I Have A Writer's Face 
 Wrinkled Early On 
 Something Sliver In The Pupils-
 A Hidden Beaming Song.

 A Depth And An Obscurity 
 That A Painter Could Not Paint-
 Lest He Stroked The Seas Of Suffering 
 Into The Lashes Of Communal Pain. 

 I Swear I Have A Writer's Faith
 Though Not The Skill Of Tenured Hands 
 Nor The Noble Manner 
 An Artisan May Possess.