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Flee from me, regret.

The hand that cannot be cleansed,

the memory that shall never be erased.

What have I done?

Who have I become?

The actions that eat at my conscience,

the stains that soak into my skin;

It all sounds like the lamentation of a dying man,

the eerie hymn of a woebegone  soul:

This crippled heart still murmurs sacred chants of bitter things some will never know.


Flee ,silent feather,

flee on the velvet of the wind.

Flee from the grotesque and malformed notions of your charming freedom.

All is murky in this basin

where I tried to forget what I’ve done.

Pull away from me, heart of love,

dim darkness to reign,

stained crown that speaks of stolen dreams…


Flee shadows flee,

before I become just a shadow of me.

-Eva M.M.

Thank you for reading and sharing your thoughts in the comments below.


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






I am the author of 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.

12 thoughts on “Stained

      1. I think that the words you write leave something inside of you that needs to be filled with people. It seems, to me, this may not be the case, that you write so deeply and emotionally about some things, but are answered with silence. Why not open up to someone you trust, and let them share in the experience of being you?
        This may be totally inaccurate, just my thoughts.


      2. Well a lot of what I write is quite personal but also a lot of what I write is nothing I have been through but it meant to raise the thoughts that you have. That is part of it. SO in one way I feel good that you have read something I wrote and seen that there is a need of that person to be filled by that void. But, I do actually spend a lot of quality time with people. And I think quality over quantity is more important. There have been sorrows in my life but I love deeply meaning that when I see someone I love hurt it hurts me more as well. And, I have never felt answered with silence. I’m very introverted so I need my space away from people but I am also so interconnected with humanity that I hurt when I see others, strangers hurt. If you knew me I think the first comment you left would not have been left but as a reader who does not know me I can see based on your last comment how you might have derived that. As a writer there is always this balance of writing the stories and the things you need to write and wondering how it may come off to your readers as a reflection of you personally. But I am always willingly to discuss what I meant by something in the comments like this. So while I was first astionished at you making comment that seemed to come from a bitter standpoint I see how you were just seeing something I wrote and seeing how the person’s voice in that poem might need people in their life to fill a void, so to speak, which is one of the possible things to be drawn from it and many of my works. I think in our world there are so many forgotten, hurting and in need of help in many different senses and those are the people I notice and write about a lot. As with all writers some things are personal but I live a wonderful, happy life and if you knew me you would know how content, overjoyed I am in my life. Does this clarify the situation a little bit for you?

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      3. Absolutely. I do apologize for maybe coming on a bit strong and perhaps sounding bitter. Thank you for taking the time to clarify my own thoughts.

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      4. No problem and it really was a nice gesture to make sure that somebody, a complete stranger to you was doing okay. We don’t have enough of that in this world. So I did not mean to make it sound like I was not grateful. I am glad we both have had things clarified for us.


  1. “Flee ,silent feather,
    flee on the velvet of the wind.
    Flee from the grotesque and malformed notions of your charming freedom.”

    These lines are pure beauty! Splendid!


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