Ode to Ink
By Kailey Smith
Hard leather backed book,
With a spine sewn from the hands of my ancestors.
Waiting for anyone who cares to look,
Into the minds of those who I once held dear.
The pages yellowing,
Thousands of lives worth of dictation,
People bellowing.
Out of frustration.
Each person wanting to be heard,
To be acknowledged,
Listening to every silent word,
Keeping my pledge.
To fill the blank pages,
With a life worth while,
Releasing ideas trapped the cages,
Checking the dial.
Time is not on my side,
My life ticking slowly away,
Turning the tides,
Night engulfing the day.
Making a name for myself,
Wanting to be remembered,
Like books on a shelf,
I wait to be heard.
-bijin_hitori- Community Member 
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