Drops of Ink

Ink spills down a bare wall

Catch the words before they fall

Drips the floor of residue.

Watch out before you slip there too,

Weaved in this inky mess

is a world I can’t confess.

Thoughts and demons come to meet

a battle I can’t defeat.

Alone in my mind

I don’t have a clue

of why I feel the way I do.

Hopefully you know what to do

when you come within my view.

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