When emptiness
surrounds
Filling the void
When nothingness
resonates
Of soundless screams
Taking your name
When breathing be
like
A blade down the
throat
When pointless arguments
Challenge thy hope
When numbness moves
Crushing thy bones
I look for retreat
In the alleys of hope
None to be found
yet once again
To my refuge – came
Not from the elixir
But the ink from my
pen
With the color of
blood
On spotless paper
Writing stories
Each word says peace
my heart’s off loom
Arteries relaxed
Of the anticipated pain
and the hunger that
fasts
Of
the longing that lasts
That keeps you alone
I open my eyes
There’s moment of
truth
A half drawn dagger
Stays in me
For the rest of the
night
Till the morning
light
And I survive
For one more time
It was my refuge
Not the elixir’s flow
But my paper n pen
