Empty Pages
Empty Pages
Those empty pages,
Drag my fingers,
Towards the pen,
I pick it up,
Inking my heart's pain,
I keep on inking,
Inking and inking,
Until I realize,
My fingers are bleeding,
Spots of blood,
Scatters on the paper,
Depleting the crave,
Of jotting down the surd,
I pause for a second,
And I'm lost,
I hunt for words,
High and low,
But it's too late,
The two different pain clashes,
Creating a commotion,
Mental pain conceives the physical,
Nevertheless, emotions remain frozen.