Inkwells
When the inkwells run dry We'll make our own from water and ash
By RoPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
Photo by Max Bender on Unsplash
What if we wrote
our stories
with ink
Like bloody
fingerprints
that last forever
When the inkwells
run dry
We'll make our own
from water
and ash
We burn our
bones
to end
this earthly
turmoil
But our handprints
remain on stone
Faded pictures
captured
in sunlight
Our stories
told
over
time
Let us be remembered.
About the Creator
Ro
I wanted a place to share my poetry and short stories. I only hope that someone finds themselves in the words I have written.
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