you find the letters lots for me

you find the letters  lots for me

few letters

the line .. and the ink of pen

and the word dispel all fear

you find the letters  lots for me

How much you are vile

If my absence changing you

How much you are fiddling

If I become hate remember you

How much you are tough

Why does your heart doesn't have mercy

you find the letters  lots for me

How much messages I wrote to you

And you lost the message

How much of the lintel

And the silence was your response

Today . I ripped the message

Because the meeting became impossible

I admit I forced myself

When I collected

My sorrow , love , memories

the message parts

And even you

And put them in the right place

In the garbage …


the Poet :master of words

Ink

Ink
Of our Tears
it's our groans that we write

But it's Overcome and write us
 as If the black lines

our ribs
and the Inkwell
as if as it's The heart 
who Hurts us
And the pen has become knife
Tearing us
scatter us
cut our black ribs
Looking for inkwell
To Killing us
And steal from us voluntarily
our pain

to write the pain and write us
the summary of Grieving pain
& Love

was hurts us
& take the sleep from our eyes
so someone comes to bless us
And  Praise us
On something hurts us
 that we Call it's
our Poems ..

the Poet :master of words