Thursday, 31 March 2011

Walking the line

Try as I might,
I cannot contain,
this beautiful, but,
agonizing pain,

I try to separate,
light from dark,
I keep the boundaries,
black ink sharp,

Yet with each and every,
exquisite word play,
the pen cuts deeper,
into my heart.

3 comments:

  1. Short, sharp and concise.
    Excellent.

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  2. Pain is the ink flowing out of the pen steered by our scars. Like your poem!

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  3. Thankyou both for your kind comments, glad you liked it :)

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