I put my trust in the ink
Chain of liquids flowing from my pen, veins, and brain
A lot is going on, according to the prompt
But solace is freely given via purging in words
Solace or an urge?
For the block and prompt’s sake
I’ll say I’m relieved by ink’s gaze
Life has a lot to offer
With problems and troubles as ingredients
Lots of things get apart
With the center holding discord
On Discord, we chat to discover intelligence
In life, we face the facts and rages
We hope to have control beyond the beyond we’ve known
But with what we know, we will write till beyond
Forever is the pain and chaos
And so are our writing and fables
Some find their solace in gods
Even though we’ve got a God
Our peace is in our gift
Given by the God we’ve never seen
But His gifts that we see
Shall not just be forever
But an everlasting tower to express our matters
Our trust is in our maker
And our peace is in ink, his gift!