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Ink from the Pen
The ink from my pen spills onto the sand,
My hands drop down to scoop it all up,
Like an addict with cocaine, I'm enraptured by the pain,
So I'm getting it tattooed into the page that sits inside my head,
The ink in the sand spreads into the sea,
Blackening it all so that I can dip myself inside,
I submerge myself in the ink-water, smiling as I breathe in the liquid,
Exhaling colorful water to keep myself alive and well.
My hands drop down to scoop it all up,
Like an addict with cocaine, I'm enraptured by the pain,
So I'm getting it tattooed into the page that sits inside my head,
The ink in the sand spreads into the sea,
Blackening it all so that I can dip myself inside,
I submerge myself in the ink-water, smiling as I breathe in the liquid,
Exhaling colorful water to keep myself alive and well.
Published 25th Feb 2018
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26th Feb 2018 00:59am
So from this poem, I got the feeling of GROWTH and new concepts to write about and from.
