#699 in Poetry
Before my ink spilled,
my pain was inside,
now it's on the once white paper,
that turned as black as my mind,
my innocent self,
became a shattered soul,
and that shattered soul,
was spilled ink on the paper.
this is all belong to me. and my words may not beautiful enough to kneel your heart finding the truth of 'enjoyable' reality. and yess, it's fully english. bet you'll enjoy but not too much till you cry your heart of remembering what the world 'beautifully' serve you.
A collection of ten poems written over the years in the hopes of comprehending the incomprehensible.
The poems have been divided into three parts:
The Story;
The Light and the Dark;
The World: a continuum.