Too deep
in the black ink
of memories you dwell in.
Swimming in the stain of your sin,
lost in your darkest page…
I watch
as time lurks.
Your eyes wander in the past
searching for a forgotten word
in old poetic lines.
Creeping
its nails upon
your skin, scratching open wounds
feeding on your wracked sanity;
blood spills down this bare page.
Lost still,
as ink pours out
in shallow puddles, it gasps.
You free it, but still you’re tied
deep…
in your own
darkest page.
___
Stained
Don’t let it beat you.
Anne van Alkemade
,
7 months ago
there’s witchcraft here – the shadows a poet casts anchoring the soul to the written word!
hmmmmm
Suzanne German, 7 months ago
AMAZING – Kristy – I LOVE your writing! this is a stunner!!!
dark ink dark-ness_ dark thoughts memories places WOW !!! love love love it!
you are truly a gifted writer!
love suzanne xx
Jeff Burns, 7 months ago
Awesome Kristy this is awesome. and your back your back!!
LocoCow, 7 months ago
Creeping upon my skin scratching open wounds… OOOOO so fantastic…
Your heart exposes itself in ever line…
red addiction, 7 months ago
I really enjoyed this one. I feel your words.
Dave Bradley, 7 months ago
Your eyes wander in the past
searching for a forgotten word
in old poetic lines. yes….......
Kym Breeze, 7 months ago
wonderful words…..so well written, creates a strong imagery….cheers
demon, 7 months ago
Super word Miss Kristylee…You free it, but still you’re tied
deep…...how often is this the case…Hugggs xox
Robert Knapman, 7 months ago
Too deep
in the black ink
of memories you dwell in.
Damn fine Kristy. What are words worth?
bellmusker, 7 months ago
Pulsing with energy and power; I like this very much. Beautiful, beautiful work.
hiresholmes, 7 months ago
I love how you can take a subject like this and despite its darkness can make it beautiful. you words flow so well. i am your fan…..keep feeding me.