The trouble with ink,
is it's delibility,
it's credibility,
it's blatant ability
to make us believe.
In lead or graphite,
we can deny
but blue or black
holds a truth.
It shows mistakes,
we've tried to hide
and words crossed out
we dare not say.
But words in grey,
are insecure
words of fear
and words not sure.
All unclear,
Erased and muddled.
opinions reformed,
and thoughts befuddled.
We hide our truths,
with one fell swoop
and hope it goes untouched.
For smearing would only
spread the lies.
2 comments:
Well surely there's something we have to believe in; something to give us strength. Surely there is something that is permanent, eternal, perfect...something that neither time nor people nor forces good or evil can change...
God is the same yesterday, today, and forever...
praying for you, friend...
I love this. I just don't even know how to explain how right this poem is. I recently started writing in pen for EVERYTHING, including crossword, and i like it because it really is permanent, you can't take back your mistakes.
And I guess our choice of writing utensil kind of says it for us, are we putting it all out there the way it is or are we going to edit our feelings...
Amazing poetry
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