#inkwell
Anatomically
If you were to remove my tongue,
I would still have
The pen and the inkwell.
Ontologically
If you were to take out my tongue,
And the pen from my hand,
I would still think, feel, and live my poetry.
Ethically
If you were to tear out my heart,
What use would I have
For the pen and the inkwell?
Dec 12, 2024
Dec 12, 2024 at 6:36 AM UTC
I hear the creaking of a door in my mind.
I couldn't help but feel inclined,
To look behind,
And see what I might find.
But I did not think,
that it would be my well of ink.
I couldn't help but make a link,
To an old kitchen sink.
When I saw that inkwell,
I needed to quell,
The fear that fell,
Upon me as my very own barbell.
I knew what it mean,
And that it was not its intent,
To torment,
But I wish that it would relent.
So I could just spend,
Sometime to amend,
And apprehend,
The part of me that has reached a dead end.
Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 7:45 AM UTC