When my eyes strike
The image of blank sheets
Clear pages of paper
My pen itches to flood
The purity of the page
With the darkness of my ink
Flooding as tears and blood
The pen inks
What the heart bleeds.
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Poems: Scarred Sunshine (COMPLETED)
PoetryPoetry Of The Year - The Ice Award 2019 Let go of the world The world will chase you Hold on to the Lord He will heal you
