Ink and Silence
Black ink, blue eyes
See through tears.
Words on paper
Match my fears
Thoughts don’t settle.
Lines won’t flow
The pen just sits
Got nowt to show.
I blink, I breathe
I want to write
But silence stays.
From noon till night
I search the page
For something true.
Help all I find
Is shades of blue
The ink runs dry.
My heart feels cold
A story untold
That never grows un told.
But in the quiet
A spark will light
And the words will come.
When the time feels right
Let’s hope it is tomorrow
Or tomorrow night
That will make it ok
everything will be alright
You see, believe me.
The ink will flow,
The words will be free
once more poetry will flow .
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (4)
Good
Amazingly written
Absolutely fantastic poem.
And it did flow. Writer's Block well-fought.