Ink

Wed, 06/20/2018 - 14:51 -- RenBouv

Ink splattered across my brow
Hold the pen don't let it fall
All their stares part the crowd.
Don't let them jump the wall

Hold me at the bay
Water rushing my lungs
I feel myself giving away
One more song to be sung

Take my ribs one by one
Make a beautiful picture
Nothing left to me, I'm done
Another mess of a creature
Because I'm now left unsung

Ribbons of my mind 
Gray scaled at heart 
Tattered to far too bind
They have played their part
There's nothing left to find

Maybe it's just gone
That beautiful mess
Nothing left for dawn
I've failed the test
You'll be just another pawn

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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