Battlefield of words.

Ink runs through my veins...

Ink runs through my veins
The paper taunts playfully
Another game with banter
Bounded by unseen chains.

Scribbled words in disarray
Hollow voices like a whisper
Images flood into my mind
Like ghosts they sit and stay.

My world being a battlefield
Signs of struggle to the end
Black and white stand strong
A resistance is now revealed.

Thrashing and tossing about
Words grow in numbers now
Power exceeds my strength
Writing in a fog with no doubt.

Storms rage and writing still
Rapidly the wars are painted
The blood and loss is colored
Desire to write burns until filled.