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In- sanity.

Eyes see nothing

is

believing–

just a blot of ink

on the page

of life–

goes on

without the beads,

belief

between the palms,

pressed together

unity

humanity

is 

this

sanity

In-sanity

there

is

vanity.

 

Eyes deceive , nothing

is not

believing

but a dream

-ing things

not seen

not heard

a faint call

–belief–

between the silence

of imagining

phantasms

of reality

is

just

sanity

In-sanity

there 

is

faith.

 

I wrote this poem about a year ago and wanted to share it with you now that I have begun to share poetry more often.I want to give you guys a chance to try and decipher this one before I explain it but if you have any comments or questions feel free to comment below. Thank you.

-Wishing you the brightest of days,Eva

” Me and the pen, we are one. If its ink would cease to flow, my ink would cease to flow.”

 

 

 

 

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I am the author of 1withthepen.wordpress.com and am currently working on a book of poems. To find out more check out my about me page as well as my page about my blog and welcome to the ink angels community.