When ink is not enough
to ease the worried mind
the soul bleeds until
the paper is red.
Colored with anger
drenched inside
with feelings of
misery and dread.
Disillusioned
and conned for…
all that it’s worth,
and, not given a dime.
The words
are there for proof,
and confirm
the malice in time.
The words are blurred,
emotion is brave,
and all is
uncovered for view.
It is the reason
that does give way,
to expose
the forbidden truth.
Credit:
Photo by pippalou
