When the Ink Dries, a poem I wrote in March of 2009

When I wrote this particular poem, I was nearly suicidal, I was really upset about life in general.
Below is a direct to where I first posted this poem.

http://voices.yahoo.com/when-ink-dries-2841601.html?cat=10


When the Ink Dries

Have you yet, turned the page?
The light is growing dim, is it just age?

Lost are the memories of yester year.
Clarity of thought has gone, dried is the tear.

Today is a new beginning, you have heard others say.
But your mind is numb, and weary, wishing only to go astray.

Writing has become a passion,
a constant companion.

Who can know the words, are long forgotten dreams.
Lingering broken seams.

The night is long,
The heart is not so strong.

It is time to turn the page?
Or is it just this age?

Life is a complicated mess.
Wandering thoughts pass through the writers pen at best.

Who's thoughts have been captured by the writers pen?
Are the thoughts yours? Are they mine?

A new day is tomorrow.
Another day for the writers pen, to heal the hearts sorrow.

Soon there will be no tomorrows.
For the writers pen will run dry, no more sorrows.

Turn the page, the ink is almost dry.
The writers pen will soon, no longer cry.

Writing words, writing the words to conceal the broken heart.
The writer will soon depart.

Chilling words soon spoken...
The Writer's Pen, has been broken...

The ink has dried,
The page has turned, no need to say goodbye...

For another has taken hold...of the "Writer's Pen"...
Mending the pen, the new writer walks into the Den...

Now another will write the words,that will prick you to the heart.
Having learned the strength that lies within the "Writer's Pen" from the start.