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Midnight Ink

and on nights like this
when Luna barely shows her face
and the wind howls wicked
and the sky cries lonely
and I'm the only one
out here searching the stars
in the darkness
I can't fight back the tears
that will eventually claim my cheeks

and then
my pen calls to me
beckoning my soul
and I know I've got to go
I'm a slave to it's ink
a whore to it's salvation

there are no faces
or names
attached to the pain
it's just a collage
of lost dreams
and broken memories
collectively bleeding
hues across tattered pages

but it is as it should be
my pain, my loneliness, my love
pouring from my heart
penning yesterdays long gone
and the promise tomorrows yet to be

and I know this won't save me
but for one moment
there in the dark
it feels like it just might

so I write and I write

and when dawn yawns
rousing slowly awake
I am able to find a minute of beauty
a moment of peace that is all mine
there in the silent hope of a new day

© LadyRaine