Ink of adversity

Pen of love, 
when received,
with ink filled
of adversity,
it bleeds along
thousand words,
said and unsaid,                    spouts like a                                     
fountain                   of joy and                                                     sorrow,                                                                                             over the surface                                            
of yellowish pages                                      of angelic beauty,                           
where the fingers                                      put  curled languages                                  of  aspiration, from          
deep inside
the
castle of
heart,   with every                                         letter   soaked  in sorrow                               moves like a  bicycle
over the solitary byway
forever and forever
absorbing the mist.
 
                
 
                                                                      

 
                     
            
                        

Reviews

[Bree Potter]

I'm interested in the form you've chosen. It really tries to get at the ineffability of language in the face of adversity. The heart-as-castle metaphor is also a good choice, particularly since your theme deals with battlements/violence/pain. I don't really know if I get the bicycle metaphor at the end, though. It feels a little bit like you're forcing it by mixing symbols together, especially since the image of a bike connotes things a bit more pleasing than some of the other metaphors you use (at least to me, it does).

[Chandler bing]

good job keep writing and live.