Ink

All my ink is running out

in flowing streams of

blackened blood.

The unforgiving annals of life drink it–

leaving black splashes of forgotten words

Dry on never-ending pages.

My life is running out

In patterns and swirls of

joy and hatred,

hope and bitterness,

love and despair.

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