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Monday, January 19, 2009

This Pool of Ink

Drowning in this pool
of sticky ink I gasp
for one more word,
my breath bubbling
to the surface
in fragmented syllables.
Quickly, in my time of dieing,
I reach for pen and any
available surface on which to scribble
this barrage of emotional thoughts,
all pulling me in a trillion
different directions.

1 comment:

Every Photo Tells A Story said...

And what a beautiful barrage of thoughts come bubbling out of your mind:)