Icopied this beautiful poem off a book called When Life STINKS. It didn’t have a title but I decided to name it: In Ink I Write.
Enjoy reading!
In black ink, I write the pain of injured souls
And the grief of forgotten dreams
I write my lost tears, searching in vain
For the warmth of hands that wipe them away.
I write the black of night, starless,
And the dying glances of fading flowers.
In green ink, I write the springtime of my life
I write my land, my kingdom, I write my garden
Of youth and all the dreams I planted there.
In red ink I write the flames of my ravenous anger.
In write the blood of my freedoms
I write the blaze that fuels the fire of my rage.
In blue ink, I write the distant sky of my desires
Of my unrequited dream.
I write my gaze which is lost in the waves
Of the sea in summer’s tune.
I write the gentle sky blue of lots loves.
-Hillary