Friday, January 24, 2025

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 I wish I had a black pen

Instead of blue 

Black ink is just more satisfying 

Against the parchment of a white page 

My cramped hand scribbles journal entries 

In the back of a plane 

Trying to remember to write every day 

In hopes that words will crack 

The defiance of a restless mind 

So hard to rewind

To write, to write

What flows, one never knows 

The subjects we thought we had left behind 

I stare out the window at the limitless sky

Remembering I am just a speck

In a universe so unfathomably wide 

So I write, I write 

To crack the code of my misunderstood soul

To feel the depths of a world so full

And yet not whole 

For it seeps tears of need in hopes

That words may be sown 

Oh how black ink would be better 

Fill those notes 

The song of words 

No one ever wrote

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