“All The Ink I Wasted All the ink I wasted Climbing up ivory pages and cursive titles Of whoever asked to buy and sell - Words and souls and hope and pain. All the nights I spent Crying out to the world what I thought Or blaming myself for not hearing back - Worlds are crashing inside myself. All the fights I fought Calming my strife to succeed and feel Overwhelming hopes and dreams in spare - Wondering if I write my fate or dare to seal. All the wasted words Counting each number up I tried to spell Only to be reminded of despair once again - Worth is nothing nowadays with a price to sell.” PoetryRomanticismDark AcademiaContemporary PoetryLiterary PoetryMelancholic PoetryExistential PoetryEthereal SolitudeIntrospective PoetryArtistic Struggle Book:The Willow Song Source: The Willow Song