Two kilometers of ink.

I regress, as I impressed.
Nurtured sense, whilst I wrote sense.
Cultivate, as I kept less.
Aim to capture an audience.
 
Many times, been over pressed.
“Two kilometers of ink left”.
 
Currently, I invite, investment.
Currency exchanged, my adolescents.
Lifetime martyr, whilst I expected.
No “doubting Thomas”. Positive progression.
 
Many times, thrown in stress.
“Two kilometers of ink left”.
 
Couscous of style, kept line inspections.
Opinions cast shadows, whilst they second guessed them.
Love of the craft, Chose to keep it written.
Formula equated, Equals verse delivered.
 
Perplex, exploited. The office given, add theft.
“Two kilometers of ink left”.
 
 
Cryptical in context is the purpose I serve.
Critical analyst, failed to critique, this verse.
 Purpose served, as scribed are words.
Ink as my blood spilt, is my purpose served.
 
Forty five thousand words, we’ll formula your best.
“Place me to rest, for I have no ink left”.