a poet's lament
my woes and ruminations,
immortalized in ink.
may you find
even a single line
to resonate
with your aching mind.for these words are woven
by scarred fingertips
and worn out bones
with bandaged wrists.the sheer irony that its creation
is designed for the tired eyes,
exclusivelydeems it implausible to be consumed
by the right state of mind.
thus, a tragedy~ weuneigh
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My Blood is My Ink | Poetry Book
PoetryA collection of all my woes and ruminations in poetry form