my soul in ink

Something grabs at your heart,

As you read those words upon the screen

Cutting right to the depths of your soul...

With this dismissal -

With this treatment like a child

For sharing simple breath

For wanting more and daring to reach

Daring to tell, and explain, and offer.

And then came silence.

Not a mumble, not a word

Just your flashing mind

Against the glowing world of technology.

And more you wait

And hope,

And wish

And dare again to DREAM.

But with little light...

Here, in this sombre, painful society

You sought, you found, you lost

And you are thrown back to the world of darkness.

Again a paper crumples, like the dregs of memory

Tearing at the shreds of life

Of honour...

And another part of your soul is placed in ink.

Yet you fight again to stand

With dreams of fullfillment and love and trust,

Yet part of you always wonders...

Always questions.


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speak to the dark angels