I close my eyes,
Enlightened flashes awaken my brain;
Verses start to soak up my memories, as this ink begins to slowly course through my vein.
Dark Memories flow through my arteries, pumping fresh fuel around my
My gut instinct clicks into place, tearing these letters apart.
The ink has been transfused,
It trickles through my shoulder making its way down my arm;
Slow expanding lungs breathe so gently, desperately trying to keep me calm.
My hand starts to shiver, as this black ink makes its way through my fingertips and onto this page;
It drains away my pain,
Expelling all my rage.
My closed eyes begin to drown in the darkness,
As through my dreams I sink;
I am now a slave to this pen,
Held at the mercy to this ink.
BARRY MOWLES ©2012