Ink Stains

Ink stains on paper.
Drowning myself in its substance.
Remaining till its time has come.
Decayed and turned to dust.

A life on lines,
Of white bordered blue.
Each sheet a new start.
Each stroke of ink,
A cacophony of varying stages of a life;
Ruled by emotion.

Each blank page a new beginning.
The start of pain untold,
Emotions unchecked.
Which ebbs away and flows from my being.
As ink stains on paper.
Telling tales,
Old, New and undiscovered.
The inner workings of a broken being.


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