No longer does my pen bleed for me
No longer do my unwept tears
Form the ink that flows from my nib
Those days are gone
Farewell to those days
Of pages inked with caustic passion
No longer will they soak
In the bitter aftertaste of love
The madness has passed
The storm has settled
No more hiding from its crashing tides
Within the dreams of summer days
No more finding refuge in the daydreams of winter nightscapes
The storm has passed
And its woes have washed away with it
And for once I can say
That I can feel my heart beating again
I can feel the rush of a long forgotten vivacity
Pulsing through me
Filling me with hope once more
Passion
Warmth
Comfort
It's all coming back now
Mar 16, 2017
Mar 16, 2017 at 12:51 PM UTC
No longer does my pen bleed for me
No longer do my unwept tears
Form the ink that flows from my nib
Those days are gone
Farewell to those days
Of pages inked with caustic passion
No longer will they soak
In the bitter aftertaste of love
The madness has passed
The storm has settled
No more hiding from its crashing tides
Within the dreams of summer days
No more finding refuge in the daydreams of winter nightscapes
The storm has passed
And its woes have washed away with it
And for once I can say
That I can feel my heart beating again
I can feel the rush of a long forgotten vivacity
Pulsing through me
Filling me with hope once more
Passion
Warmth
Comfort
It's all coming back now
My most optimistic poem I've ever written. But sadly, this might be my final project for a while. I'm at a major crossroad in my life right now and I need some time to focus on the decisions I'm about to make. And hey, if there are any interesting stories along the way, I'll post them here
Thank you for all of your the support over the last year.
