The Voice Of A Blackend Heart Poem by Silence Dogood
The Voice Of A Blackend Heart
I am the poem.
The poet, the reader.
The pen, the paper.
The adhesive eyes.
The heart strings I pull.
Like a puppet master.
The minds I control.
Like a hypnotist.
The story I weave.
From long lost threads.
The girl I create.
From a sorrow filled heart.
Everything I am.
Every part of me.
Leaks from the pen.
And stains the paper.
The essence of my being.
The ink stained truths.
The caged immortal soul.
The voice of a blackend heart.
I give credit to 'Purkey Girl' for inspiring this one
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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8/30/2026 1:01:18 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
Everything I am. Every part of me. Leaks from the pen. And stains the paper. those are lines of a true poet and that you are... I am glad I could inspire such an artist. great piece of work here Kyla! Becca