Poetic ink
Dotted in blacks
Paint the page
Still something lacks

Memories wiped
my painted dreams
Ripped me solid
along faded seams

Belong I do not
by any accord
Words are my muse
Left at the door

Taken away
in slumber by night
Nothing forbidden
Defused by the light

Afraid what might come
in wonderless waves
Walked straight on
into pitch black caves

Written on the walls
stories are told
My muse left alone
The ink will be bold