Ink Upon My Hands (An Older Poem I Wrote)

The marks bear evidence,

proof that hardwork is done,

ones not of dirt but ink,

the ink upon my hands.


From this mess is creation born.

Time and effort combine with the soul,

from the soul,

and life is given to the literary,

to these ideas.


See the marks of effort given,

of time and desperate attempts,

to seek a better way of life,

through the ink upon my hands.

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