Ink That Bled

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