Walayee Poet Lay Whitlock-Ishway Poet Free verse

Lost In Ink Stains

My words are lost in ink stains 
Verses smudged in prints of you 
Illegible scribbles soon fill in lines 
Once paved with love anew  
Now only paperless pain ensues 

An unnatural sequence of thoughts
Scribed in distressed hues of blue
Will re-actively release your grip 
But the pain it can’t undo 
Now only agony grew

My heart hands weep writes of tomorrow  
My paper and pen are tempered in sorrow
My emotions bellow wallows 

Of a mournful mind  
I pray
This too 
Shall pass
In time…

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Diane Perna May 12, 2023 at 2:10 PM Written so profoundly! I can relate to your words. Nicely done!

Joe Maverick October 23, 2012 at 2:24 PM Hey Lay..! I have an old watch I can send that is always one the lunch hour so there`s a good good thirteen hours a day there going back a good few years...L O L..] that should give you an edge on things.. Do hope you cheer up soon yours Joe..]

Anne-Lise Andresen August 14, 2012 at 9:30 AM Walayee, glad to read your poem - but so sad and moving.....Wish you to smile and be happy. - oxox big warm hug from Anne-Lise :)

L.Ruby Meyer August 13, 2012 at 8:04 PM Oh Walayee, So quickly tears filled my eyes. If only you knew how powerfully I recognize your words and what they are saying! I have been in this place... "my heart hands weep writes of tomorrow" painful, and beautiful. Thank-you. x Peace, Ruby