Ink On White
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I had some terrible dark times in life,
my soul stabbed with a sharp knife;
in a sad, dismal place,
with no staircase.
I was just lost,
my soul frost.
I was tattered but I still had heart,
my kindness never did depart;
I still had compassion,
and writing passion;
that saved me,
set me free.
I am able to write about my pain,
and I pen words that bloodstain;
I just started life again,
strength is my gain.
And so I write,
ink on white.
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December 21, 2017
Poetry/Rhyme/Ink on White
Copyright Protected, ID 17- 867-832-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Best Rhyming Poem of 2017
sponsor, John Hamilton
Fifth Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2017
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