just go buy it at the store

[TranquillityBase]

"Dripping ink,
black and bleak,
straight from my heart
to the page at my feet.
Pour over the splattered imagery,  I think you mean "pore"
searching for meaning:
some divinitory pattern,
any hint of reason.

Can I see the shape of longing?
or a path carved from the suffering?
Is there a map to happiness
hidden in the pain?
Is there any gain
in picking through the rubble?         you maintain the pouring/inkstain metaphor before and after this, so "rubble" trips me up
Surely there must be a prize for all the trouble?

But all I can see is dark tangled lines,
skiens of broken dreams
blotting out the blank page of my life.
Capitalism keeps us fat on the lie         This is quite a jump in the subject up to now.  I'm sympathetic to the ideology,, but as a reader, expected a more personal ending.
that trauma is the price.
As if purpose and meaning 
are things that we can buy."

Windmaid, welcome to Pig Pen,

I like this poem, until that ending.  First stanza is best, then some cliches creep in; try to use images instead of words like "suffering" and "happiness' to make your point.  But all in all, as a first poem, I think it's very readable and you have a good handle on language.

TqB

P.S. Not sure what rules you are worried about, but it's pretty simple: give other people feedback and you will get it in return (not necessarily ths same person...)

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Duh!  I ignored your title because you were alsking for suggestions and thought it a place holder.  So I guess the ending answers the "buy what?" at the store.  Still think there's a different poem in there though, than a scribe against Captialism.