The Ink Of Sorrow Poem by fahad alabry

The Ink Of Sorrow



Here I'm writing with the ink of sorrow,
Drawing letters on pages from hope,
telling you the truth its hard to swallow,
as I'm holding into your robe!

I didn't expect to be struck with an arrow,
poisoned with lies as I stand in the shadow,
If I only could heal my wounds and follow,
But some ppl are deep, and some are shallow...

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