Words to wound,
Words to heal,
A way to show us
What is real?
Messages encoded
Subconscious signs
Secrets hidden
In the lines
Write your release
For things unsaid
To still the chase
Inside your head
Staining the page
It clears the fog
But what happens
When ink runs out?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a nice write. Tight and honest!