InkA Poem by Giulia King
The promise of tomorrow hung in the air,
Like crisp morning dew. I wet my pen with ink as black as my soul. I stare at the blank paper. You gave me a poem to write. A new chapter has unfold. Still, the visions of us never stopped. This suffocating silence haunts me. May my tormented soul find peace. May my ink lead me somewhere kind. © 2019 Giulia KingAuthor's Note
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