When a writer bleeds
Amazing poetry by a talented writer. Please read and enjoy.
her world shrinks
as faces cease to exist
days lack brightness
nights miss the glow
walks become rambles
blank are the thoughts
no place is desirable
just she and herself
behind shut doors
are windows closed
and the solitary corner
beckoning her
not a speck of light
in the gloomy room
except a flickering
lamp at the table
she bleeds on
walls see her drown
in a gush of emotions
secrets they hold
that none will ever know
whimper to words
sorrow to scribbles
and yet another story
is about to be born
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Asha Seth
Thank you for sharing, John. ❤ Have a good day. 🙂
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Really a good one, thank you for bringing it in front of us.
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A needed reblogged. Very good work.
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Indeed it is.
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Wonderful heartfelt lines!
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I agree. I had to reblogged this one.
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