Death By Ink. A Poem.

Death By Ink has become one of my first completed poems – it is completely open to interpretation. Enjoy.

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Like Birds that have flocked,
to a mind that is blocked,
they would nestle there,
like ink blots.

Blotted ink had stained his thoughts.
You wouldn’t think,
it was bottled ink,
that blocked out his kin.

But then there was that blocked sink.
An apartment like his one would think,
something had died –
Death by Ink.

To think with all this ink,
no mind can function,
with all this irritation,
ink has hurt his skin.

Blots and Dots.
Bottled ink pots.

He stole glances at the clock,
heard no tick but the occasional tock.
The Birds had conjured their flock,
to a mind doomed to be blocked.

One thought on “Death By Ink. A Poem.

  1. Harpreet says:

    I think this poem is about a sort of “mind block” the writer in the poem seems to be experiencing , he is out of ideas and having difficulty in illustrating his creativity using words. He has all the resources to write with yet he doesn’t have “the mind to function”. This poem shows the death of the previous creativity and ability the writer had. I also like the way the surroundings like the blocked sink are used to describe his mental state in the poem. I think this is a great poem and anyone who has had difficulty in writting can relate to this.

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