In the Ink of Tears
How then upon the wings of life interpreted
we should come to witness a fall so very far
and only be written in suffering
That such a tale should be told of us all
be in the ink of tears inescapable
humanities final tryst leaves the tongue
and to life entrusted but never to be heard
In the rankled questions find their armouries of frustration
in acrimony torn the accusation
with such nonchalant transgression
while walk away from Eden
So have we now risen upon the fluttering annals of our hope
to triumph so cold in delusion
a martyrs struggle who’s face we’ve never known
Such a sweet is the ambrosia of success
so savored is the taste of someone else’s bread
the pleading trivia as it is solemnly plucked
from every single atom of who we are
How then can such a formulation be so misguided
so abused and so disrespected
how upon the wings of love
was such a wretched tale told of us
blotted with the ink of tears
and to ourselves owe no allegiance
no scribe of elegance for humanities final word
to depart the tongue of life
never to be heard
Copyright © Colin Mitchell Williams | Year Posted 2017
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