A Life in Print

by ianblackpoet

Weeping wells of ink
Designing idols
Full of emptiness.
Lest they be lost,
Miseries interred
In lavish tombs.

Beholding all the
Opulence of
Eden, as a God
And nothing more;
Never to be lost,
Never to wander.

Too long, for a life
In print is little
Life for anyone.
And long I do.