Ink

I lie awake
in the stillness of the night
the depth of the silence
stealing my very breath
my story
unfolds before you
bare naked
down to my very soul
my scars are visible
as the clock strikes
its lonely hour
again and again
comfort finds me
no longer can I hide
with this ink
I bleed the truth
upon these pages
beneath this surface of mine

7 thoughts on “Ink

  1. “Bleeding the truth upon these pages” are wonderful words well bled for bearing your naked soul in the silence stilled by night.

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