Wounded Ink

by Strange Angel   May 16, 2006


Grasp the page with a bloodied hand
Is it your own,
Or is it theirs?
Can you even tell anymore?

Wounded ink spills teary lies
Forming words under the pain.
Struggle with your consciousness
Grasping for the lost sense of reality
Scars that mark the nostalgic trail
Blazing under pressure.
Lost in a maze of madness and lies
Mislaid sanity not yours but someone else's
Fragile as the broken shards of your life
Fall for it, fight for it; the freedom to be free
You know you want it
You know you lost it
But is it your own
Or is it theirs?

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  • 17 years ago

    by Fig

    WOW! i cant even describe how beautiful this poem is!!! its eksquizit (like the spelling?) soo beautiful. every sihgle one of your poems you create a world with such beautiful language. yet thier never repetitive. this poem is a true masterpiece1
    xxx

  • 17 years ago

    by Solace

    I loved how you restated the question at the end. It just ties in the whole poem. You're an amazing writer never quit.

    *> : PainOfOne [blaine]

  • 17 years ago

    by xxkurtcobainxx

    Great work... its really amazing... its one of those poems that is gonna stay with me for the rest of the day... thanks for that... its dark, just my taste

  • 17 years ago

    by xEmmax

    Oooh wow, i really liked this poem! there were some brilliant lines in there, and repeating the question at the end was so effective. great work!
    and thanku 4 the comment! the film makes me sob too! but i love it, and i love pilgrim...and its just so amazing! hehe!
    take care huni,
    lots of luv xxxxx

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