Ink Poem by Daniel .E. Hemme
Ink
I do not know what to believe,
is this ink,
or blood,
that stains my page,
are the shadows,
really just reflections,
of our inner works,
our hate portrayed,
upon a wall.
do these words,
have a meaning,
beyond the present,
further than our,
understanding of the world.
I do not know,
if to trust,
or hide myself away,
behind a mask,
of self belief.
I do not know.
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