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