Dry Ink

The vindictive spirits swallowed me whole

Conceded in hopes lost far below

Gasping, Thrashing, Grasping

For a phantom never to be passing

My torn tenderness everlasting

Pinnacles of bliss crashing

 

I detached from the abstract blossom,

A trivial seedling lost in the wind,

The world of illusionary solemness

Twirling, Swirling, Swinging

My strength in root from tainted upbringing

 

Reaching for the rays of the radiant sun

Leaves bear to strength the weightless singeing

Bled the night sky, the crescent moon dripping

 

Dreaming to be a novel character

Predestined to a happily-ever-after

Had I lost my last chapter

Ordained to dry ink in the midst of disaster

 

Reviews

[SleepSpectrum]

My lord woman. First of all, your talent is infinite and you have certainty found your niche. As for the poem, I loved it. You have amazing word choice that really flows together in a perfect rhythm. I almost don't feel worthy reviewing such an amazing piece.

[Anna]

Aw thank you so much!

[misha]

Wow, what a strong poem. Great write!!!

[diaphanous]

It's like a beautiful ache.