I choose to imprint on this Earth as an indelible ink, no matter how small the print.
This is why I write. Not for all the world to listen. But to be heard. Whether that be everyone, no one or just one... Yes, I want to hear myself ramble. As I roll the dice of life hoping that my gamble, has paid off. Hoping that my childs college tuition is paid off. Or that a man I do not know, doesnt gun me down simply because he is pissed off.
An it doesnt really matter if I run, walk or crawl through life as long as I love every inch of my journey. As long as I find what my soul has been yearning... for. Whether that is finding someone or something I adore or even just a way to whether the storm. Even though, the waves thrash on my life's lines. I know it's impossible to find another ship like mine.
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Poetry for the Soul
PoetryI write, I write, I write I write away my sorrows. I write until my words run swiftly into my dreams, Through my nightmares they run smoothly along this page, Leaving a trail of ink that will one day fade. No matter how this page may end contorted...
