Ink Voice
Listen
Can you hear the ink think
From though to pen
Growing thin
Drowning out the suffering
The plaster patches
Until nothing else matter's
But the tatters
Battered by epilogues
Of chapter's
For the here and after
The laughter drop's
On baby cots
And fun fair wheel's
The truth begot
To exclude the pitfalls
Wondering hurts
Precious be the ink
The paper awaits
From the brain to the strokes
We learned at school
Where foolish children
Forced to write
Had to wait
Till many a years after
To find there voice
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