Eyes of Ink

by Daylight Lucidity   May 19, 2013


I sit at my desk
My paper staring up at me,
My pen laying beside it
Calling me to use its ink.

My hand absently picks it up,
And begins to doodle
Rather than
Writing elegantly chosen words.

As I look at what I've drawn
My heart quickens in response
To the eyes
Looking at me from upon the paper

Drenched in ink so black
As if they were watching my every move.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Kate

    I like it. It's short yet has a lot of powerful meaning to it. I like how you said

    "My hand absently picks it up,
    And begins to doodle
    Rather than
    Writing elegantly chosen words."

    It really shows how the mind works. When left alone and given the necessary tools it does what it does.

    Nicely written.

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