Writing with pride
a fresh cut of life
Drops of Ink in blood
Leaving a path of black & red
The room fills with darkness
Moonlight lies in greed.
Lighting flash
cracking the tree
bursting it in flames
Scream and Fear
Ink in Blood
Pen crushes and snaps
The nightmare is over
Ink In blood
Is a curse of greed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It may be selfish, but sometimes it's hard not to look for an escape from pain. Very heavy poem. I like how you put in the tree bursting in flames. It really puts an image to the theme of the poem.