Writing Till I Am Out of Ink
When I feel empty
And the world gets hefty
I write to fill up the emptiness
When the truth is like a mystery
Explained by a spiritual verity
I write to remember the truth
When joy is too short for revelry
Lurking by the corners is misery
I write to not forget the joy
I will bleed with my ink
I will shade tears of ink
I will keep writing till I am out of ink
Copyright © Michelo Mweetwa | Year Posted 2020
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