Calligraphy's End Poem by Richie Duprey

I pick up the feather-tip pen and dip it carefully into the pot of jet black ink.
With my mind racing and my heart pounding, I discharge my subconscious onto the page.
Spewing words, I cry.
Will I drown in this ink or within the shallow bath I have drawn?
These final few words, I let rest within the hearts of my perpetrators.
I may be physically gone, but you released me unto nature once again.
You have not one.

I grive for everyone, but cannot end my own suffering.
With the nature of my hysteria ultimately leading to my quick demise,
I proclaim
"I am sorry."