Black Ink On Paper

A cold, pale light streams to the floor
I try to noiselessly open the door
I fear I might cause my Lover to wake
But it’s a risk my soul must take
Lighting the candle, sitting at my desk
I grimace and cry at thoughts so grotesque
And as I fear my life is but vapor
My soul spills out – black ink on paper

Photo by Dan-Cristian Pădureț on Unsplash

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Create a website or blog at

Up ↑

tales told different

"I saw the Angel in the marble, And I carved till I set him free." Every story has an impact, each tale matters

Jo Writes Fantasy

Born in Poland | Living in Texas Now | Hype

Way Too Fantasy

Speculative fiction book reviews and more!

The Essence of you

Inspire Innovate Improve.

Daydreaming as a profession

Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.

%d bloggers like this: