Inky Tears
A page so white, a story untold,
Ink spills secrets, dark and bold.
Crying drops, they stain, they smear,
Inky tears fall, raw and clear.
She tried to write, verse has gone,
Not a poem there for anyone.
Head now blank, empty, sad,
She throws the pen; she feels bad.
Who knows if words will come back,
Will inspiration ignite from lack?
In the depths of her weary heart,
She seeks a spark, a brand new start.
With whispered hopes in the silent night,
She yearns for verses, to make things right.
A gentle spirit, please hear her plea,
And make her thoughts into poetry.
The ink may flow, the magic return,
As bright ideas within her burn.
For every tear brings a chance to rise,
And with each word, her spirit will shine.
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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Good job and showing a writer's mind in a way.
Fantastic
A writer’s prayer. Lovely.