spilled ink

darkness breaks with cries of
spilled ink obscuring original
thoughts decades old

counting the worth of the
words, broken lines spill
their truth about terrors
and turmoil and trust,
in the throes of compassion
critics and supporters find
themselves in agreement,
“Is there any more?”

smudged and dirty, ravaged
rows spill their truth about
terrors and turmoil and trust,
boil with intent pushing further
and further towards a final
reckoning, is it worthy or
does it start over again

legends return home to
relive their achievements,
stories that brave incredible
heights, accounts jotted down
on years old parchment that
threatens disintegration
as do the fables themselves

— GB

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