July 21, 2010

Black Ink ~


Scratching words on paper
as fast as the pen will glide,
capturing a visual on the page
everyone now can see inside -

Walls of a black ink quill
words hidden deep as one tries to hide,
gasps for air from a liquid death
deep within the other side -

Exposed now to fired sunlight
masked with purity words do flow,
as consumed fantasies now remain
hidden lifestyles in a world of woe -

Life goes this way from dusk to dawn
lone poet plays his words with rhythm and song,
subsiding vapors depart from the soul
crushes life from choking, that held to long -

as black ink kills the inspired poet