Dry Ink

Dry Ink

A Poem by Anna

The vindictive spirits swallowed me whole

Conceded in hopes lost far below

Gasping, Thrashing, Grasping

For a phantom never to be passing

My torn tenderness everlasting

Pinnacles of bliss crashing

 

I detached from the abstract blossom,

A trivial seedling lost in the wind,

The world of illusionary solemness

Twirling, Swirling, Swinging

My strength in root from tainted upbringing

 

Reaching for the rays of the radiant sun

Leaves bear to strength the weightless singeing

Bled the night sky, the crescent moon dripping

 

Dreaming to be a novel character

Predestined to a happily-ever-after

Had I lost my last chapter

Ordained to dry ink in the midst of disaster

 

© 2014 Anna


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My lord woman. First of all, your talent is infinite and you have certainty found your niche. As for the poem, I loved it. You have amazing word choice that really flows together in a perfect rhythm. I almost don't feel worthy reviewing such an amazing piece.

Posted 7 Years Ago


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Anna

7 Years Ago

Aw thank you so much!



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Wow, what a strong poem. Great write!!!

Posted 7 Years Ago


My lord woman. First of all, your talent is infinite and you have certainty found your niche. As for the poem, I loved it. You have amazing word choice that really flows together in a perfect rhythm. I almost don't feel worthy reviewing such an amazing piece.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Anna

7 Years Ago

Aw thank you so much!
It's like a beautiful ache.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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I'm 17 years old. Novice. I absolutely love writing, and I look forward to publishing things in hopes of constructive feedback. "You must stay drunk on writing, so reality cannot destroy you." -R.. more..

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