Copyright Notice

Copyright: Fred Robel, and Fritz365 2010-2017. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog's author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Fred Robel and Fritz365 with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

Saturday, August 20, 2011

#232 Inkstained

Ink is permanent
Like written in stone
Meaningful as a kiss
Real as blood and bone

Ink is transparent
Seeing through your lies
Brought forth with lemon juice
Tears running after getting it in your eyes

Ink is a blot
Dripped from a fountain pen
Folded in half it’s a Rorschach
To drive you mad now and again

Ink is in you
A dragon koi upon your back
Inserted just below the skin
A mindblowingly colorful attack

Ink is dark
By it’s very nature
Marking what it touches
Holding it in rapture

Ink fades
Old words upon a page
Harder to read with age
No matter how you rage

Ink runs
Sometimes it's hard to write
Even harder to read
When the page has become a smear
And you struggle to go on
Through the rain of your tears