THE DRYING INK

THE DRYING INK

The drying ink upon my page does weep,

Unveiling all the secrets I cannot speak.

Sadness lingers in my trembling fingertips,

As a love, once blooming, now forever slips.

Incapable am I, to find the words so true,

To tell you how my heart yearns for only you.

Lost love, a bitter pill I am forced to taste,

While false hope nurtures a façade I embrace.

Pain dances within the chambers of my soul,

As I watch love's flame exhaustively grow cold.

Feigning hopes, I smile through the tears that fall,

For my love for you, in silence I'll enthrall.

In whispered ink I pour my heart's desire,

Yet lost are the words that set my soul on fire.

Like a withered rose, love's passion fades,

In silent agony, I entwine my charades.

Each word unspoken, a tear never wept,

With trembling pen, my emotions are kept.

In paper dreams, I dance with false hope,

But reality's grip pulls me down like a rope.

My heart aches with every unsent letter,

Incapable of expressing love's sweet tether.

The drying ink mocks my futile attempt,

As sadness lingers like a cloud unkempt.

Lost love's pain mirrors a never-ending quest,

Feigning hopes, my heart's final protest.

In the twilight's veil, my desires remain concealed,

In the drying ink, my heart's song is revealed.

Though unable to express, I'll forever adore,

The love that evaporates, nevermore to restore.

®The Leaking PEN

#Japheth Edem

#Akwa_Ibom

The Leaking PEN