Ink Unfiltered

Victory, defeat, a relentless tide,

Euphoria drowned in a sea of despair,

Anguish, the undercurrent pulling me

, Resentment, the depths where I gasp for air.

The English language, a vessel of my tears,

each word is a drop of sorrow on my soul,

A canvas smeared with the hues of pain,

A story dark, a silent scream untold.

Betrayal, a venom, bitter on my tongue,

A stain of distrust, lingering and vile,

while abuse whispers secrets to the moon,

A testament to a life torn apart, and you, dear heart,

your rugged edges are etched like letters,

inscribed upon the tombstone of my pain,

A silent witness to my fractured existence

, A canvas painted with shades of grief

Anguish is the only current that carries me.