Pen and Paper

Standing with one foot on the bridge

Impatient and unbalanced

Departure in which I have led

I now fall spinless

On ink and paper will I release

Unspoken whispers I want to scream

Weakening me to my disease

Drowning me into the coldest stream

On ink and paper will I release

Bridges to the frozen seas

Freezing me down to my aching knees

The unspoken words i have concealed

Staying strong 6 feet off the ledge 

And my wrists are on fire

My wings have been poured down and drenched

Resistance drown me faster 

Flying down to reach the final pit

Cold as a stone i stand still

Unbreakable but carved is my name

Burning down the two stone hill

Into the grounds my pieces slowly sink

Leaving me dust and mold

Deteriorate in the wind 

My heart will not stay cold

Traveling down the blackest wire

Losing my way to sane

There I stumble upon the white cold fire

Light of an oncoming train

Trapped am I, in a black hole drought

Sand in the hour glass 

Cannot dig my way out

So i break through into a darker route

 

Reviews

[just is]

Such a deep powerful write with such strong emotion.
I enjoyed this write. I could feel this write tug!

This is really amazing.

...I loved the rhyme scheme and flow.

[MOON]

Very good , a release, writing a balm yet the darkness stays.

[mariah]

nice job! it had a steady flow and it reminded me of why i write. i write because its an outlet and a release. it gets out all the things i cant quite put into words outloud, but what i can put on paper. thanks for writing this :)