For the times i stood alone

In the pool of my own mistakes.

While the eyes poured out,

the rivulets of guilt.

Watching the world i had built with love and care

Come crashing down brick by brick

I’d sat by my desk 

And bled the tale



For the times when i found love

And love had found me

In a world too dreamy to believe

Yet i gave myself away

To be left stranded and betrayed

In a nightmare, i had dreamt.

I’d sat by my desk 

And bled the tale



For the times i have fought

Fought each breathe but lost

When hope perished to exist

Amongst the masquerade

Of blood sucking beings

And all struggle went waste

I’d sat by my desk  

And bled the tale



I’ve bled a thousand words,

On empty white sheets.

Amused how each word

Created a bullet hole

On the paper

And well, inside me.

 

I sit by my desk tonight

To tell the tale

Of bleeding bullet holes

And how words haven’t failed

A grieving soul

Bruised and wounded

With a thousand words.


 SN’16

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