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INK WELL
I go up to the well to siphon ink
Then I reveal what it is I think
From the pink abyss & sensual kiss
To raised Black fists fighting to exist
Sometimes a mist turns into rain
Nights like this can lead to pain
Eddie Kane sang 'bout heartbeats
Trials of life may end in defeat
Feet the trails of tribulation
Feats up hills of sanitation
Poetic spills address it all
Prescription pills prevent the fall
Calls of action expressed in rhymes
Artists' duty is to reflect the times
Influence minds then actions ensue
Line by line from me to you
Then I reveal what it is I think
From the pink abyss & sensual kiss
To raised Black fists fighting to exist
Sometimes a mist turns into rain
Nights like this can lead to pain
Eddie Kane sang 'bout heartbeats
Trials of life may end in defeat
Feet the trails of tribulation
Feats up hills of sanitation
Poetic spills address it all
Prescription pills prevent the fall
Calls of action expressed in rhymes
Artists' duty is to reflect the times
Influence minds then actions ensue
Line by line from me to you
Published 1st Aug 2021
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10th Aug 2021 11:59pm
That closing stanza is like a call to action for all poets, to lift their voices in unity.
Nicely done Damon.
Nicely done Damon.
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