While there's no ink on any paper,
No clicking of keys to satisfy
the hunger of a page
My mind holds the ink and the clacking
Typing up inaccuracies
Drawing conclusions
Writing a fearful poem
Drenched in black ink and woe.
Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 9:30 AM UTC
While there's no ink on any paper,
No clicking of keys to satisfy
the hunger of a page
My mind holds the ink and the clacking
Typing up inaccuracies
Drawing conclusions
Writing a fearful poem
Drenched in black ink and woe.
It's been a while since I've written a thing. I started dating, and it's been so different than the past, but it also brings a great deal of worry on my part. This poem is a reflection of that worry, and my lack of writing.
