Silver Ink

A Poem by C.Elle

Haunted by a love

Silver ink spills over rocks and you wonder why I cry
Truth foretold a million times, not one explaining why
Passion under skies so wide and trees that never end
Eyes that stare so blunt and cruel; ones that don't pretend

This paper tears and crumples, and my tears turn it to sand
The wind spins me around, and the pen drops from my hand
A place of someone's refuge was offered for relief
And yet I find myself amongst my sudden worst defeat

The river tosses side to side, like the heart within my chest
Angry, yet confused with this cold and rapid quest
I hate the sound the waves make, like screaming in my ears
Your blame and irritation of so much that won't appear

I want to fade away, my dream world to consume me
There the aching weakens, and I've never seen you flee
Now you hide from me, behind lockers and distant walls
Yet I always see your face, when I'm walking through those halls

This poem's incomplete, not yet to be concluded
I hate to find no end among the ink eyes so secluded
My fingers stay entwined, my skin so cold and wet
My grip as a distraction; though scars I won't forget