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Jun 19, 2009
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teardrops from my pen
each fragment that gathers to be unleashed
from the sharpened base of my pen
is a plaintive secretion of woeful laments
that splatters as ink all over the leaf
the heart is prone to a fatal mis-chance
bound to occur as a precursor to lowliness
then when the temperament swoops to the sand
it is there beneath that my pen seeks to mourn
and the true reason is rather unknown
just that the gruesome price of mortalitry
heavy upon the status of a sombre eye
is to purge itself to extreme emmancipation
thus i give all the liquid to be given
in the bid for its comforting,and fortitude
an ink shedding grief is never wasted
as it fuses with a page pregnant with pain
from the sharpened base of my pen
is a plaintive secretion of woeful laments
that splatters as ink all over the leaf
the heart is prone to a fatal mis-chance
bound to occur as a precursor to lowliness
then when the temperament swoops to the sand
it is there beneath that my pen seeks to mourn
and the true reason is rather unknown
just that the gruesome price of mortalitry
heavy upon the status of a sombre eye
is to purge itself to extreme emmancipation
thus i give all the liquid to be given
in the bid for its comforting,and fortitude
an ink shedding grief is never wasted
as it fuses with a page pregnant with pain
— emeka ozurumba, Jun 19, 2009
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Cloudthings
16 years 11 months ago
went back to pick out some of exquisite lines & the last one bin
chumfin
16 years 11 months ago
you are good
Janice Pearce
16 years 11 months ago
teardrops from my pen