Image via Magpie Tales
Shaking hand opened the drawer
Wormy chestnut, waxy blackened
angsty scrawls of sun-faded youth
Burden of years constricts the heart
that sees the tarot of inks it never wore
Never will, not in this life, nevermore,
Change has come, blood spilled
in a different river from passion's run
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Nicely done!
ReplyDeleteWhy, thank you, kind miss.
Deletehmmm, so...He was a kid that wanted to be a tattoo artist but found adulthood not conducive to that passion?
ReplyDeleteI felt it more as metaphor for paths not taken, things not done, due to fear of the unknown.
DeleteThat shaking hand makes me nervous with the razor...
ReplyDeleteThose first three lines really reeled me in!
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