We understand
The need to bleed
In drops of ink-shaped jot
As oft we spill
Against our will
The flow of tortured thought
We understand
The urge to purge
Through channels of the pen
And how its want
Will ease then taunt
Again, again, again
We understand
The ache to take
Life’s pain and ecstasy
Of battles fought
Within our thought
To bleed in poetry
© Janet Martin
`Bleeding ink-shaped jots' - Love it!
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