Word Flow

Words are my breath and my blood.

I breathe complex emotions and hopes for humanity.

I haemorrhage out the pains and sadness of a world in torment.

I sigh a poem onto the page,

Bleed my story onto the paper.

To be without words is to be without life,

Starved of oxygen,

Suffocating on a void,

Drained of blood,

My ink would spill.

 

 

Photo Credit: Janina-Photography
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