Ink Tears

Ink Tears is a powerful exploration of writing as a form of healing, where words replace wounds and ink becomes the lifeblood of the soul. A deeply emotional piece about transforming pain into art.

When wounds are deep, and cuts won't mend,

And shadows fall, that have no end,

I do not bleed, the crimson red,

But darker hues, flow out instead.

No crimson tide, upon my skin,

But words that spill, from deep within.

A different pain, a different art,

The ink that flows, straight from my heart.

When sorrow strikes, and tears should fall,

I do not weep, against a wall.

My eyes stay dry, my voice is still,

But oh, the words, my pages fill!

They pour and spill, a raging stream,

A whispered cry, a broken dream.

Each letter formed, a drop of pain,

Washing my soul, like cleansing rain.

I do not bleed, with open sores,

But ink that stains, and then restores.

A language born, of inner strife,

The written word, that gives me life.

The world may see, a stoic face,

But on the page, they'll find the trace,

Of every hurt, and every fear,

Transformed to ink, and made so clear.

For I am bound, to word and rhyme,

To capture feelings, lost to time.

To give them form, to set them free,

This is how I bleed, you see.

No crimson flow, no outward sign,

But oceans deep, of words that shine.

With every verse, a wound laid bare,

My ink-stained soul, beyond compare.

This is my release.

So let me bleed, upon the page,

Let ink-tears flow, and soothe my rage.

For in this art, I find my peace,

Where brokenness, can find release.

And I, can truly be. My hurt, my ink. My everything.