The Recorder.

There is an ink
that never erases...
A recorder that
never stops writing.

Life's pen is cruel.
We use it everyday.
But once its words
are written
They are writ
for good.

We beg the recorder
to change the
paragragh we brought
upon ourselves.

He can only
observe us gravly.
For he has only
One option:
To write with irreversable ink
and nothing more.

To record the truths
we wish untrue.
It is inevitable

He'll only advise
our kind,
To better our
decisions.
That life's path has
many signs.
We just have to
take it upon ourselves
to accually
read them...

by Lisa Silk

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