Why are there so many!
The ground is littered with rain.
No mop cannot clean up the ink that has already stain the wood red.
Why did I ever use the pigment, so visibly strong.
What give me authority to hold the crimmison liquid. Mad.
Yes, I must have a clock mashed in my head, the cock s , stem , screw , wheels have jam into one another. Messy
I was bold to assume I can be related to the rich ink, we both run. Mistaken
The red I hold is not a light. I am messy and I do not hold my color so strong as the ink.
YOU ARE READING
The Writer Standing On a Stool
PoetryA writer with their thoughts and paper can be so tragic. What are the letters is this writer making and What make them so mine splitting to the writer? Are they worth the ink they are written with?
