I Write

Blood on paper

My pen leaking

Havoc stimulated mind

Solace seeking. 

A hurricane dwindling 

In my heart of calm

The silence before the storm 

A deduced psalm. 

Peeping through my holes

Of all the dearth 

I am dying a slow death

Before my birth. 

Keeping it all

Or writing it down

My pen is heavy 

I should stop now. 

The weight on my paper

For you to read 

Is much heavier than 

What my heart had to keep. 

Gushing of pen onto this

As fast as a spree 

Dropping my tears on it

How heavy my paper would be. 

Shivering hands and

A rough sheet

Decorated by ink

A part of speet.