Red Ink

On the pages of my life,
whenever I have written,
whatever I have written,
time has always disapproved them.
Time has always passed her sharpest pen
upon my verses,
scratching them...
until they bleed.
Time has always passed her sharpest pen
upon my verses,
crossing them...
spitting her wrath and disgust
with her thick red ink.

Reviews

[Sumana]

I agree with you...this was written during a low phase of my life..i have come out of it!

[Writer at last! Sky ~]

Life is uncertain, time is bad sometimes but friend cheer up! life also makes you happy at times.