The Writer and the Blood Inked QuillA Poem by Adam M. SnowThe candle flickered by a passing gentle breeze; My quill dries up leaving not I at ease. My words upon page now left to hang. A reader's disappointment, now a writer's pang.The Writer and the Blood Inked Quill By: Adam M. Snow
The candle flickered by a passing gentle breeze; My quill dries up leaving not I at ease. My words upon page now left to hang. A reader's disappointment, now a writer's pang. Misery held me as time stood still, My heart has fallen because my mind is ill. I stare at blank page as all words elude me, I can't help to wonder, "How could this be?" Torment follows as night falls victim to dread; My ink once black now turns blood red. I wrote my soul upon each page, As time ticks by with every age. The word itself scream an agony scream; I, the writer without a dream. But what bedevils myself to write, Elude me once more with the fall of night. My nightly whimper comes with a toll, My life upon the page, now bearing my soul. © 2012 Adam M. Snow
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Added on May 4, 2012Last Updated on May 4, 2012 Tags: poetry, story, dark, death, wedding, night, day, emotional, gothic, emo, teen, youth, nursery, ode, haiku, lyrics, music, short, child, children, nature, life, family, friend, love, romance, erotic, Ballad, Couplet, epic, fanfict AuthorAdam M. SnowEl Mirage, AZAboutI write likeWilliam ShakespeareI Write Like by Mémoires, journal software. Analyze your writing! "What inspires me is what inspires most poets; my heart, my feelings, and the dreams I.. more..Writing
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