spilled ink

spilled ink
words to make you think
words to drink
words to talk you back from the brink
words written to your shrink
it’s okay
i too am out of sync
struggling with the the link
between my kink
and those who chose to hoodwink
clearly i need to rethink
cause life is over in a blink
and i’ve got no more time for their stink

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This poem is from the book Poetry from a Dark Night of the Soul

On The Brink

I’m on the brink,
I’m out of sync,
I need time to think.

To catch the link
Between the words I speak
To my shrink,
And my kink,
And the thoughts I drown in drink.

I’m gonna get some new ink,
A new vice in which to sink,
A new way to link,
A new way to rethink,
The chink in my personality stink
And my inability to stay in sync.

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This poem is inspired by the book How To Write Evocative Poetry