A salty drop falls on the inked sheet and smudges the ink
My breath hitches in my throat and I want to jump out of my skin
Beautifully curved words erase themselves as another drop falls
A deep ache resides in my head and I want to jump out of my mind
The smudged paper has words no more yet another salty drop falls
I stare at the paper with disgust but it's still an inked sheet
Yet the marks are not the ones I wanted to leave but the ones I wanted to hide
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PoetrySometimes some thoughts keep bugging me or when life gets too much for me, writing is my relief. All the thoughts or emotions that try to consume me ; I write them and as my fingers dance over the keyboard I find peace. These writings are a glimpse...
