Ink Fades

I've written lines before,

Never quite as good as I've done them before,

Never quite as bad as I've done them now.

 

I've written them on my hands, my legs, my body and knees

Yet they’ve never come close to making me feel at ease.

 

They come and go, leaving me breathless at its peak

They come and go, taking a part of me when it subsides

They leave me feeling empty and weak.

 

Another day comes; sometimes it's more than enough.

Few hours, the whole night, even through morning

It comes and goes.

 

We do the best we can, sometimes it isn’t enough.

I’ll do my best until my ink runs dry.

I’ll do it again and again until I finally say

My ink has run dry.

Reviews

[ANM]

Never let your ink run dry great poem and so very tru!

[Blue]

Wow. This is stunning. The poem is simple yet the message tugs the heart. This is the kind of beauty that I like. ;) Keep writing until your ink has run dry. :P

[Wuji]

I feel as if you have reached a new point in your writing or some life-change has swept you clean. As such, these words seem powerful.

"Another day comes; sometimes it's more than enough." It's almost as if through writing, you've found a measure of inner-peace?

How can your ink ever run dry, when the lines keep coming in your psyche.

[Scott Metro]

Almost like painting yourself into a corner.
Found truth here but also a little humor.
Pleasant write.
Scott

[00000000000000000000000..]

I love this my friend, It makes me smile because I know the writer you are:) You are a writer within a wind ,you carry a shine as bright as day over again and again. Your words have a value:) You're a rising star. All that matters is what you see within yourself:) I see greatness:)