Wept Ink

Libellule

 

 

It’s always the same — how I sink,
drowning in all this wept ink,
unable to finally cope,
to ride a fleeting buoy of hope.

 

I stare at all I dare now see,
caught in a doubtful infinity,
waves of unrelenting sorrow
sweep through my today, my tomorrow.

 

Still, I savor this salty spill,
as I dip once more my inked quill,
catching each lonely, falling tear,
etching lines to keep them clear.

 

Distilling down every single rhyme,
in order to thicken up my time,
I write through each sleepless night,
finding solace in my dark delight.

 

Bleeding myself dry upon the page,
I search for echoes of a forgotten age,
when the poet I once was...


never settled for merely “just because.”

  • Author: Libellule (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 8th, 2025 05:48
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • sorenbarrett

    Beautiful lines fall to the page from a poet's mind that continues to bleed verse. Most wonderful and identifiable



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