Injected Lyrically
Black ink flows
in various vibes
and original scribes
Without words
I would cease
My soul would un-ease
my hearts beat would slow
Softer Lighter almost into Oblivion
If a pen drew breath
~n~ ink spilled til death
wouldn't missin it
burn a yearn
to want it back
This welling inside it hurts
deepened incisions
imprisoned to my wounds
there dwells a fire
a desire a burning
forever absorbing
Creativity finds comfort
within the cradle of my hand
See if I penned a sonnet
would it be perceived as weak
because I placed my heart upon it
maybe I am a fool for spilling souls blood
in inks line but I fight to stave off
the deepest pain that consumes
all that haunts my mind
I am a Poet
Who Breathes in Blue
Bleeds in black ink
Scribes in blood
Creativity Spills
Like The Thickness
of Curved Water
and Falls Heavier than
the combined water
of the worlds rain
in one spot
I am a master
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poem by Samantha Campbell
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