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My story is filled with blotted ink from the tears that so freely fell Ensnared behind my closed mouth words form and then rebel Hands bleed with the need to write but the pen has long been dry Sometimes I wonder if it has always been a lie Then what is this that flows through my veins? Forged from silver held back by chains I do not see blood only unformed murmurs Mere fragments of the thoughts buried beneath the armor And if you tore me open all you will ever find Is blank paper torn pages and ink run dry. -Esther L. Krenzin- -Roguesong-
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Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 2:54 PM UTC
Blotted Ink
My story is filled with blotted ink from the tears that so freely fell Ensnared behind my closed mouth words form and then rebel Hands bleed with the need to write but the pen has long been dry Sometimes I wonder if it has always been a lie Then what is this that flows through my veins? Forged from silver held back by chains I do not see blood only unformed murmurs Mere fragments of the thoughts buried beneath the armor And if you tore me open all you will ever find Is blank paper torn pages and ink run dry. -Esther L. Krenzin- -Roguesong-
Do you ever long to write yet no words form? To put down on page what feels so powerful yet so quiet.
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Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 2:54 PM UTC
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