Blood Ink Poem by Chuy Amante

Blood Ink



an ink pen full
a heart now empty

now displeasure
no longer affinity

we were hot
now you're cold

I wasn't a coward
but a bit too bold

now my pen bleeds red
all the past now is black

it soon
will be lifeless and dry
now I look into the mirror
and wifeless I do cry

Friday, September 25, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: marriage
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