Ode to ink
Spilled treks of black smother pages of life,
I unwrap dark odes; my treasures of sins
unleash my heart soaked in crimson hard strife
read my soul bewitched before life begins.
Sky towers beacon the way less traveled
I follow paths green with tears and silver
embracing hurts with futures unraveled
broadcast my secret black tears; I quiver.
But you erased a past, dismissed old deeds?
O’ does my soul now magnify thy grace
Thy glory eternal praises we plead
a name above all kings in human race.
Nay sacrifice will appease Christ spilled blood
Thy courts with praise we will faithfully flood!
Copyright © Sona Wilae | Year Posted 2017