Bleeding Ink - a poem by Lilia G.

I see stories and poetry
Unclearly
from the bleeding on the other side of the page.
Watermarks and blots of ink
indifferent to others' suffering.
I can barely read its words
Pulsing ink flows through paper
like a vein
The wanderings of my pen
Bleeding
on me, unable to stop the flow of words.
It's sad, unable to see
the poetry beyond the page
and take a glimpse at thoughts
and narratives
that feed our souls and mend our wounds
that dig our graves and seal our tombs.