Here i wait with time again.
These words, this ink, become my friends.
Words, they have an open heart,
And ink and I shall never part.
Serving Karma with tattered hands,
speaking softly until it ends.
This tickled pain that beats my heart
creeps my fears out of the dark.
And when i feel my time is near
to share my soul
with someone dear,
Courage will let down its shield
and see how
Its wounds have healed.
One day a ray of light will shine
through my days as dark as night,
With it, will reach out a hand.
And i’ll feel its not alone i stand.
For i am merely a tortured soul,
Who craves the warmth of being alone
with these words, and this ink.
My escape, my blotted shrinks.