eclipsed
A blot of ink
drifts
right of center.
It grows, devours—
Pale pages consumed by raven.
I asked the low, bruised sun
if my life still counts
when my pen scratches a scream—
but no words ever made it out.
My voice chases
inked shadow drips—spread
mourning
silence
they failed to fill.
The droplets never reached
my paper—
the moon took over—
a thunder
the darkened sky stole my tears.
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Quote from contest 'Choose a Line 2 Poetry Contest' sponsored by Joseph May: "The darkened sky stole my tears"
Edit on 5/30/2025 inspired by Joseph Randall
Copyright © Jasmine Tsai | Year Posted 2025
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