Poem: Ink
Source: Google search All I need is ink black; black ink. I want to scribe on a sheet of white. I want to scream from a point of height. But most of all I want my fall. I want to whisper in your ears. I want to linger in your tears. But often I wish I could vanish. Before I wave au revoir to me, the stiff. Again, here we are like a known whiff. But sooner than later I leave the barter. Clock on the wall sweeps mute like the mind on a chute. Hurry! Run! Fetch! And take me to the edge. In the eerie silence of burning candle I shall write the scandal. All I need is ink black; black ink.