The ink bleeds through the page
It's soaking the sheet so no light is there
It stains my hands, drips past my fingers
I'm getting dizzy and it's not easy to hold my breath anymore
The liquefied night spills on
Splattering onto the ground, tattooing my skin
Turning the leaves black,
Dappling the saplings and the trees with dark matter
I'm afraid that this won't fade
That the entire world will be cloaked
With this smoke,
The stars will be invisible gleams
The rivers will weaken to little streams
The future will only be a dream
And it's all because the ink pot slipped out of my hands.
YOU ARE READING
Jars of Stars
RandomThis is a collection of the poems I've typed up on my iPad. I've noticed I enjoy incorporating nature and space into my poetry, so if you dig nature and space read my poems! Some of them are dark, some are brighter, some rhyme and some are just word...
