Ink Filled Tears Poem by Ron Poetry

INK FILLED TEARS..
INK DRIPS FROM MY PEN LIKE TEARS, MY PEN HOLDS MY POWER AS WELL AS MY FEARS, MY PEN WRITES OF LOVE AND FAILED ATTEMPTS.. YET I FEEL A DISCONNECT, MY PEN CARRIES A SADNESS I DO NOT.. I'VE TAKEN MY PEN THROUGH A SERIES OF EMOTIONS.. I've healed but my pen drips INK FILLED TEARS.. Pounds of pain punctured my progress.Tons of trouble terminated my tranquility.. Swarms of stress subtracted my substance.. My heart exploded like a thousand thunders. My mind melted and my spirit splintered...MY PEN..Hanging by a thread destined to burst..
I tried to wash away the spilled ink with words, But the stains were deeply dyed in concrete colors..Verbal detergents were badly and sadly defeated verbosity crumbled, fell at my feet and retreated Internal torment was the architect of my demise terrorizing my thoughts and hijacking my hope... I once traded my POETRY FOR SONG WRITING..
Music tried to massage me out of my misery.. But though the words were so wonderful and the melody so moving and majestic misfortune only mushroomed and multiplied..
I sought solution in the fraternity of friends But their fantastic fellowship fell flat on its face as the vanity of my vicissitudes vented and vomited causing emotional dehydration and mental suffocation.. I EAGERLY RAN BACK TO MY PEN..

Pounds of pain to be pushed out on paper.. Stupendous swarms of stress to secrete But nothing happened until a tear fell from my PEN.. It impacted me so powerfully that I began to write I felt so happy that I jumped for joy.. I was like a kid with a brand new toy.. From that day I celebrated the power of a PENS TEAR and with anyone who would listen, SHARE:

Hand picked from the clouds of my heart Providing me with an excellent new start A PENS INK FILLED TEAR...Carrying the DNA of pain washing away hurtful stains.. A INK FILLED TEAR Expressing unspeakable feelings.. Creating new channels of healing.. A INK FILLED TEAR Traveling through tunnels of tragedy transporting tremendous tons of therapy A tear rushing into a river of reformation Creating a deluge of consolation A INK FILLED TEAR Tearing down walls of internal imprisonment Building beautiful bridges of betterment A INK FILLED TEAR Providing homeostasis Averting my crisis A INK FILLED TEAR..Seasoned with the salt of reality Rescued me from the claws of insanity A INK FILLED TEAR.. Flowing directly from the tear in my soul..Anchoring my feet and making me whole.. A INK FILLED TEAR... POWER OVER PAIN, POWER TO HEAL, UPLIFT AND ENTERTAIN..
NEVER WASTE A TEAR.
Ron Poetry 2013