Sunday, July 26, 2015

The Pen Bleeds: A Poem

The pen bleeds
staining the page, 
Guided by the relentless voices
each one clamoring for my attention
competing for the right to be expressed
My hand races against the clock’s
In a desperate bid
To prevent any word
From being left to rot
In my head
As the midnight hours fall away
The pen bleeds

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