Red Ink

Red Ink

A Poem by Living_Memories
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It is a bit more abstract than usual. Made this for my creative writing class, last semester.

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The light and dewy drapes of winter fall
A flurry of wet flakes canvas the ground
Like my mind and the thoughts I can't recall
I am held hostage, a prisoner, bound.

Constricted to the confines of this page
Ink blots the paper as I move in haste
Within the boundary of my margin cage
The page wrinkled with the marks I erased.

My pen dispenses sweat and blood that stains
This sheet tortures me with its empty state
Blood is madness that courses through my veins
A blood stained paper is what I create.

Yet with fevered breath I stay with this pen
Awaiting this delirium again.

© 2016 Living_Memories


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I really enjoyed reading this! One of my favorites! Really loved the word choice.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Living_Memories

8 Years Ago

Thanks, Quinn! Glad you enjoyed it.

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Added on July 11, 2016
Last Updated on October 6, 2016
Tags: winter, ink, pen, blood, veins, state, paper, delirium, madness, margin, poetry, poem

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Living_Memories
Living_Memories

Canada



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Welcome to my profile. Ultimately, I'm an amateur poet. However, I do write lyrics and stories every now and again. I came here to express myself through poetry (and other writings) and I intend to.. more..

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