To all these things, <br />my words escape. <br />In this ink, <br />and to relate. <br />In this ink, <br />another dying pen too. <br />Is this how it gets to you? <br />Let it out, or do not part. <br />In this ink, make a mark. <br />To all these things, <br />there is no start. <br />To where begin, <br />escapes within. <br />All this ink pours, <br />letting it out. <br />Till there is no more.<br /><br />Jessie Jett<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ink-23/
