She bleeds on paper
And her blood is the ink,
Embedding simple deep words
Letting them to sink.
Like other poets bite biscuits
And sip coffee to think,
She swallows grief
And ‘Sorrow’ is her poetic drink.
Not a wise poet!
She is Just a poet who is insane,
Rather than writing on beauty
She writes on the edges of pain.
Lives in a little vintage cottage
Symbolised as her innocent heart,
Whoever it invited
Broke it's doors apart.
The cottage heart seems strong
But is as weak as a wood being fragile,
But her brave tears hold them
like pillars with a smile.
She is a poet being unknown
And the poet has no name,
Her poetries not sweetly grown
So she sows only Pain and Pain.
Immature poet!
Who cannot play with words,
She needs a dictionary everytime
To express things in herds.
But everytime she sits to write about
pain,grief and sorrow
All the perfect words get sprinkled
And no dictionary her brain has to borrow.
A shoulder to cry on
Is what she always craves,
But she finds only loneliness
So she bleeds on paper graves.
As pain and suffrage bloom through the cracks of her life
So I assure; her creativity would never descend,
Because stories of tragedies
Never seem to end.
The cruel life keeps injecting her Needle of ache,
And she accepts it like a red velvet cake.
By the hurting needle
her muscles soar,
And when life keeps breaking her
backbone core,
She still keeps bleeding words
Even pain keeps rising more and more.
She writes about pain
Within Ache being concealed,
Despite being sad by her words
The world gets healed.
She bleeds on paper
And her blood is the Ink,
Embedding simple deep words
Letting them to sink.
Like other poets bite biscuits
And sip coffee to think,
She swallows grief
And ‘Sorrow’ is her poetic drink.
She is a poet being unknown
And the poet has no name
Because her poetries are painfully grown
So I will proudly call her ‘Pain’
Poet’s restless note:
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