Write My Wrongs
I don't write the same anymore.
The ink dries in a darker hue
of black than I remember.
The page is coarse with loss-
fighting against the nib it
welcomed, time and time again.
Words don't hold the same weight
They used to.
So much so
that they no longer settle and sit
in my hand.
A pen without inspiration fails to cut shit.
I'll pick up the sword again,
If I have to.
-Ridgeway Cole