Ink stains like blood
My poems spill only
one-sided stories
I paint over the words
But it cannot be covered
by brighter phrases
Like a ghost
Who lives on my pages
Screaming it will not be expelled
just because I'd like it to go
When I leave it alone
It only whispers
to be remembered
I decide to leave it
there a little while longer
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 10:27 PM UTC
Ink stains like blood
My poems spill only
one-sided stories
I paint over the words
But it cannot be covered
by brighter phrases
Like a ghost
Who lives on my pages
Screaming it will not be expelled
just because I'd like it to go
When I leave it alone
It only whispers
to be remembered
I decide to leave it
there a little while longer
Request permission to use this poem