Again, ink’s spilled as I drown myself in a never-ending tapestry.
Haven’t I told you before? This intense urge to weave lines
is a clear sign of another crack in my mind.
These papers are the only ones I can rely on.
The abundance, yet no vessels to contain it.
It becomes as dense as voidness—
another drop and it’ll explode.

Again, I stare down into the abyss. Long enough, it stares back at me.
Is that where all the lights inside me hide,
leaving me to wrestle with the lingering shadows?
I know you are there watching, what are you waiting for?
Sing me a lullaby to bid goodbye to these sleepless nights.
Send me down the abyss as my eyes close—
a reunion I’ve longed for.

This poem is tremendously inspired by @poetrymusings_‘s “darker than black ink”—partly replication, partly interpretation. Her piece is so beautiful and resonates with me deeply; it took my breath away to the point of suffocation.