lifeline

i draw up

the truest bluest ink

into my pen

poised against a page

trying despite all odds and rage

to draw a straight life line

that rebelliously

slants and buckles

even bubbles appear

as if the ink can hear

my struggle

my despair

but doesn’t much care

the nib scratches slowly along

releasing my ink song

of the bluest ink seen

as wiggled lines of green

 

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