The words i inked
emotions it bled
but to an eye that never read
it seemed just letters instead
Mashed into a whorl of whining
it never made sense to them
the sadness and sorrows that
hovered among the spaces then
Maybe sanity was gifted to some
taken away from others
but alas they felt more
all to be numb evermore
Oh eyes that never reads
how does the heart live?
without pouring out emotions
that choke the throat
into letters that bled onto thin paper- who forgives
the secrets they hold and whisper
until the ink dries , never to wither