Thursday, May 7, 2015

Unable to Write It by May Swenson

Unable to Write It

Tears do not make good ink.
Their message invisible,
no one reads this hurt.

I lie alone in dirt despair.
Alone beside one who does not feel
lightning strike and agony crackle.

I sink into black, the inkwell
wordless, filled with tears.

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