D'Scribe

My link is black ink
On the brink of thought
I sink into the abyss
Dark places and blank slates
I erase nothing from its place
My face is but a trace
A hint on how I'm bent to vent
Erupting in culture freedom
Sent to reinvent a turn in events
Truth doth sank, sometimes stank
Think is my force, mind is the space
Invariably capturing heart beats per blessing
Unless is my resting place with grace
Forever has been given, free of charge
No need to rob to feel, what is felt
Imaged after creation, so outside exposes within
Carried by choice, even now it just begins
Reverbrating is but my greeting of beseeching
How it all makes sense, past tense, no worries
Griot ancestors', married to preachers' daughters
I scribe not for Benjamins, though that's my tribe
Questing like Jesse in keeping hope alive
Expansion of my team because the devil is a lie
Striving is to expend energy against sudden death
What comes next is 2b a new depiction...2b written
This is a how I describe, how I will survive.....