drained the whole barrel
not a drop spilled, every letter
etched into my heart,
the lines already fading

filled to overflowing I
release myself fully my
thoughts to tears, tears to ink
heart splashed along the page

myself became
the missing link, poured
all inside emotions growing
the scratching quill, it kept me
going

left alone I’d scarce contain them
broken, pouring forth
released and rearranged
this ink it serves to heal me

bequeathed an oath of black
and blue, my lids are windows
shining through, the faintest
trace of long lost longing

my heart the inkwell
dipping in, the words spill
down and out across this page
until at last my eyes close

as Morpheus’ kiss it is I chose
the stranded lines they pour
again, into and from, beyond
my reach, the pillow had
some dreams to teach.

©️Matthias Grupe & tara caribou – 2018

We were chatting about how draining writing can be on a writer. Sometimes it’s a release of every drop of emotional energy within us and then we crash. Matthias suggested we write about it instead of just talking about it. Ha! … … … So, I really enjoy his writing over at lunarpoet. Go check him out okay? This guy weaves some lyrical magic.