Inking agony

Paper can’t handle
The ink that I spill,
There’s a curse hidden
Behind my quill.
Letters turn to acid
Paper to ash,
The alphabet cries
When emotions clash.
My writing is messy
There is no design,
I don’t fix in any box
Or in-between the lines.
When it comes to art
You must give insanity,
As poetic truths
Are inked with agony.

K

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3 Responses to Inking agony

  1. utahan15 says:

    no pain no gain
    say it again
    refrain discreet
    to the aura that you meet
    lmao

    Liked by 1 person

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