The Ink Weeps
Over ink-drenched pages shadows crawled
Filled with tales of the broken who dared to fall
Tears thinly coated the weak and weary lines
Blurring the edge of truth with pain and glory intertwined
Through every ink smudge a story’s shape takes form
A tempest's tranquil eye documenting the storm
Wept-on pages with stories yield a heart laid bare
An ink-stained notebook with pages forever declares
Random and sweeping thought’s authorities
With the notebook’s ink holding poetic majorities
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