Trails Of Ink - Poem by Palious Thatcher
What I am to do
The hole inside
Envelops all emotion
As an event horizon.
Emotion is birthed
Begins to make an advance
Then is swiftly
Put back into its place.
Emotion that can not break
The bonds of the heart
Oft secretly escapes leaving a trail of ink..
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