Invisible Ink #Rhyme #Unapologetic


There are bags that rest beneath troubled eyes
There are hardened lines that dress-up her face
A brow that stays furrowed, knotted, and tied
Permanent frustration consuming space
.
Slightly, she’ll sigh, her thoughts will bring repose
Relaxation will show within plump lips
Unaware, she’ll pinch the bridge of her nose
Her pen, so smooth, will create curves, and dips
.
Frozen thoughts will leave her without traction
Lingering whispers will be left unheard
A stoic face will mask satisfaction
Many will attempt to translate her words
.
A plethora of distant emotions
Will lay waste inside permeable veins
Sanity will fight to keep the motion
While insanity will fight to remain
.
Chaos will consume attempted stanzas
While meters will try for calmness, and peace
Syllables show up, attempting grand ones
While the story being told, reads between
.
So, what lay hidden within blackened ink?
Invisible tales of a poet’s shrink.

©️Unapologetically Me

Published by SeekSolaceInWords

😏 You won’t like it, here. It’s dark. 😏 😌I am unapologetically me. Embrace me, or, let me go. 😌

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