Bleeding Pen
Today this pen shan't write but bleed
For my heart and soul have open scars
This pressure from within, to succeed
Has me thinking if I'm behind the bars
Caged till I win, caged till I conquer
There seems to be no other way
Every night seems a few minutes longer
As I reflect and plan for another day
How wonderful it would be
To live a life without regrets
When my mind and heart both agree
and stop singing melancholic duets
This isn't me, just can't be me
I never saw this version of myself before
My thoughts feel heavy, they want to be free
I find it hard to shut this door
This pen's ink will soon run out
But this poetess' wounds shall keep dripping
My notepad says it can hear me shout
As the pages of my life keep flipping....
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