By Passionsocks

My friend, I fear you have been trapped by the page,

All these colors you’ve used — a war did you wage,

Its past time to unwind, to surrender your ink.

And transform the paper with a nod and a wink.

A fold and a crease, a tuck and a bend

And soon you will find yourself on the mend.

From a base will arise a swan, frog, or goat

The contortions will sweep you by the tails of your coat.

And restore you true to the worth of a word

No color you choose can help you be heard

Choose instead not to fill but to edit, distill.

And remember the base with your quill.

--Passionsocks wrote this in the comment section of one of my long rambling poems. It deserves some mention so I replaced the trash I wrote in this ficly (which I was embarrassed about cuz it got way too popular) and implemented this bit of something worth reading. Enjoy!