An Ink Sketch of a FuneralA Poem by TwoDaysTooLateFor all those who feel alone today,I knock over an inkwell, the ink Rolls like raindrops down a page, I have an ink sketch of a funeral That will get darker with age. I flick my pen with boredom, the ink Lands like smeared blood on a page, I have an ink sketch of a funeral That will get blacker with age. I punch a wall with fury, the blood Runs like spilt tears down a page. I have an ink sketch of a funeral, That will get more painful with age. I see a crowd of mourners, the black Scattered like mistakes on a page, I have an ink sketch of a funeral That will bring my death with age. I see nothing in my coffin, the dark Enveloping my crisp white page, I have an ink sketch of a funeral That will just bring nothing with age.
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3 Reviews Added on January 21, 2016 Last Updated on January 21, 2016 AuthorTwoDaysTooLateCrimson Peak, Rain Streaked Glass, United KingdomAboutSo, I'm 16, and people underestimate me. I've not really shared my writing before, other than with my various English teachers, because I've been unsure of whether I'll be accepted, whether my wri.. more..Writing
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