The Atramentous Me
She's a whisper, a gentle breeze
a soft and sturdy canopy
that wordless watches over me
her tender touch is all I need
to release the beast, set him free
and calm this rage inside of me
when black is all my heart can be
she is the only one I need
The droplets slowly crying down,
dripping , hollow, beyond my frown
my morbid soul scratching around
the ancient soil and wanton ground,
crazed in search I've finally found
a glow, through my mind's battleground,
this light of love that shines profound,
radiates from your heart, unbound
02/14/2022
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