Splattering drops spray against
a blank parchment;
searching for any truth,
as my frayed quill thirsts to create
essence from distorted hopes
"make believe" survives only in ink;
colored in rose petals
with jasmine scent,
scrolling across pallid
sheets of tightly woven fibers
I find myself weaved into thoughts
of emptiness
with lonely shadows echoing
ear to ear;
battling heart and mind
confusion conquers all quests,
shredding visions of dreams into
what reality keeps
locked and keyed
anguish sets in,
pouring out in black stains
of circumstance,
dripping with streaks of intent
so I toss it aside
once more,
with yesterdays
overused words
gripping my pen...
I bury heart’s sorrow
in silence
between the lines~














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