Introspection
Black is my ink
Black my pain
Dark must be thoughts now
Dense this tress must be
Night has anyway put on
A sketch of my darker lines
How shall now I write
A poem of my darkness amidst black night
This ink too has submerged its blood
Like my thin ink
Circulating in my dark veins
Who shall now read this dark volume,
Shall I open my crimson artery
To pen down thy tale
And my of my vale.
Copyright © Mushtaque Barq | Year Posted 2017
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