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Whether with pleasure or pain
the ink always seems to stain
seems to leave its faint mark
bold yet subtle as any spark

How it is able to then ignite
every line within every write
all that I want to truly say
within these words I do play

No matter the color of my ink
I find myself lost upon the brink
at the margins of the page
ready to fall again off the stage

Tattoos I now give myself
return my dreams to the shelf
return my hopes to their drawer
where they await longing for more

Much like ash or soot
kept here forever underfoot
how my life does still hinge

upon the color of this tinge

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    9 COMMENTS

    1. Like a mechanic doesn’t mind getting dirty, so the poet doesn’t mind a little ink spill.
      Nice one, Dragon.

    2. Smooth, like butter, this poem captivates with the ‘come hither’ idea of poetry’s ability to sink it’s teeth into you; needing it’s charms, craving it’s emotional surrender..

      Loved this and the imagery… you’re so amazing at finding a perfect visual!

      Missed you *
      🌹 💙 –
      B

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