Writers BlockA Poem by InyourshadowA murder suicide. Make sense of my mind if you can.
Ink runs forth from open wrists
tattooing bare naked skin with words of painful honesty. Finger paintings punctuate... the open wound of my dark mind as I am sentenced by inner tormented judge to plead my own innocence. Art broken I stand my hand clutching at feathers from clipped ragged wings and drawing blank for my muse lays dead and I her killer... For she placed her trusting head upon my writers block and smiled. I b I bashe © 2011 InyourshadowAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorInyourshadowUnited KingdomAboutI am trying to broaden my abilities as a writer, hoping to learn new styles and ways to express myself. I am married with 4 kids and a beautiful grandson, plus my two wonderful yorkshire terriers T.. more..Writing
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