Possibilities


Billions
of possibilities within
One
single drop of ink,
quietly drying on the page

Fallen from a pen on high

Thousands
of lost Possibilities
in that Deep, Shining Drop
words that Could've, Would've, Should've
Been

Words that Never Will.

Millions
of Ideas in that
Swiftly Shrinking Fluid,
lost for all Eternity

To Me.
To You.
To All who Look.

One
Single drop of ink
Now dried upon the page
what wonders could the next drop hold-
Before it dries away.

Wonders,
that all who looked could see,
but which are lost

Unto the Void
of a Paper Sea?

Billions.
Billions.
Billions-
-of Posssibilities.


crit is welcome. :)

I like the poem, and having said that, I do not think you should use bold, underline and italics within the poem. It distracts from the poem itself, which is good! That's just my opinion though. Keep writing!