His Demise

[KROD]

The ink bleeding out of a pen
The seal bladders!
The violent rocking
Forward and backward, so hard
That the wood hits the glass
And the chipping paint sprinkles
The floor like his hair
Sprinkles the fabric
The black fabric in his daughter's name

A midnight blue circle grows on
The acid wash of his denim pants
That matches the ink bleeding out
Of his pen
His favorite blue pen, so fascinating
That his fixation prevents him
Prevents him from realizing
His bladder is no seal's bladder
And his daughter is responsible
For the mess

*I am new to poetry. This is one of my first poems. I appreciate honest opinions and any critique people are willing to give me. Thanks for reading.

You wrote in such a way that imagery was easy as I read. This is always a good thing. I like "A midnight blue circle grows on" I imagine that means the outline in his pants from not making it to the bathroom? (If that's what the other lines about the bladder referred to.)