Michelo Mweetwa Poet Rhyme

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

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Darlene De Beaulieu February 15, 2020 at 2:27 PM Hello Michelo Mweetwa, yes write ,write until the ink no longer is in the pen. thenget another pen and write again. A great poem. have a nice day my friend. Michelo Mweetwa February 15, 2020 at 6:48 PM Thanks Darlene, I'm always humbled and insprired by your kind feedback