Torn pieces of paper gaze back at me
Spilled drops of ink blot the table
Dark shadows lurk behind the drapes
Murky smell of rain suffocate the air.
Words choke the air out of my lungs
Eyes sting in the grip of tears unshed
Hands tremble in despair unknown
Cold sweat running a channel.
Something break, deep inside
A staccato of emotions beeping
And I no longer write them
Instead, I bleed them…