Inky black ghosts scattered upon paper…


Paper World

The air thick with pages

Words etched on every one

The emptying of a soul

Like the firing of a gun

Inky black ghosts

Scattered upon paper

Swirling and slanted

like horizontal vapor

Moments in time

Dangling in space

Dancing and daunting

With a Gypsy’s grace




Imprinted with care

The unraveled tragedy

And lonesome despair

Yet in every stroke

The story released

Nearing the end

Composer at peace

~Written by Tonya Partain