INKED
She thought, happiness will bind her.
Clouds were just staring, clear
'Till blank paper appeared,
She filled it with written pain messages with the use of bloody inked.
To show how she suffers,
She inked the paper with blood.
Woeful thoughts were drowning her
So she inked the pain she felt, with the presence of blood.
YOU ARE READING
100 Written Poems
PoetryI wrote 100 poems for the people who feel so unloved. -MysticallyDimples
