Dried Ink


Joy surging through your veins as your name is chanted
The sweet smell of ecstasy clouding your senses
At the claim of your reward

In this moment, sleepless nights will be forgotten
Lonely hours never to return
Empty tears wiped away by a thousand smiles

You will remember the groans,
The burnt candles that lit the midnight sky
To guide you to the finish line

And it will all be worth it
As you relish the sweet, refreshing taste
Of the fruit of your labour

10 thoughts on “THE TASTE”

  1. This is such a beautiful poem. Reading this at the start of the New Year makes me realize once again that the sacrifices and hard work I put in this year is for a greater reward in the future and it’ll all be worth it.

    Thanks for the much needed reminder ❤️

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