BlueInk Poets

I have so many errors
Errors that can fill a ceremonial pot
Oh God
I am done
The errors I ignorantly commit
Isn't a flash in the pan

My errors so acute
Just like high fever
Oh i didn't see it
The destruction in error's deceptive embrace
Oh i was deceived
Feeding myself to a couple of Lions

Seeking sanctuary in my own stupidity
I've been cheated of making good decisions
But i won't be depressed
I am taking a journey into life
But with a map

Lady Altagracia
Blue ink poets