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
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 6:11 PM UTC
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
