The Ink and The Drawing

I watch as it drops,

A dark liquid it never stops.

Plop, plop, plop it hits the white snow.

Twisting, turning, curving, I watch it go.

Creating something new

Something I never imagined

Totally out of the blue

But why is it so construed?

I demand it to follow my wishes…

It doesn’t listen; it seems as if it’s possessed

I ask it why and it confesses…

I just want what I want

For no outside forces to give me a taunt.

That I might be something beautiful.

I don’t want you to say I just made this,

You just need to be useful

And pretend it’s pure bliss.

I want it not to be your own doing

Despite others constant wondering

Despite what they say or you may hear

I want you to say you just let it appear.