INK OUT LOUDA Poem by hanirINK OUT LOUD Trapped emotions. Suppressed reactions. Contained in this hollow empty space of incarceration. It feels like empty. But paradoxically it's full. And when you feel it reaches the brim, you try to pour it out. Hoping for a miraculous relief. But still, you bleed. You see, this is a vicious cycle. Pain is eternal. Bleeding is internal. So pour it out. Grab a pen, And bleed on the paper. Pour it out. Speak. Bleed. © 2015 hanir |
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