The Ink Ran Out

The Ink Ran Out

The ink ran out

The paper did curl

The words had nowhere to lay

The poem couldn’t be finished today

The ink had spilt

Ink had ran out

The words had nowhere to go

The paper was torn and ripped

The words just danced in the room

They wrote on the walls

They wrote on the floors

They danced in the sunlight

They danced with the twinkling stars

They danced in my mind

They danced in my imagination

The words ran through my thoughts

The words had real heart

The ink ran out

The paper did curl

The words had nowhere to lay

The poem couldn’t be finished today

Toria

3/2/2022