Ink (Poem) May 29, 2020May 29, 2020 ~ Ethan Dale Eagar Noxious pen is quivering nowScared of the ink pouring outNo way to gate my hateful torrentOr swim against an inner currentThis must be my mean streakVeiled creatures anxious to speak ~2020 Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading...
A dark one, Ethan. Well done. You gave me the chills. My pen is also spilling creatures. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
A dark one, Ethan. Well done. You gave me the chills. My pen is also spilling creatures.
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Thank you! Hehe yes indeed, a pen has a way of doing that 🙂
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Love the rhyme and flow 🙂
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Thank you very much! 🙂
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