WHEN MY PEN CRIES…

This is what it sounds like
When my pen cries
Somewhat like a symphony on paper
Translating the unseen tears of my eyes
Pain comes out in poetic lullabies
Symphonized by ink
The feelings I think
Have become very superstitious writings
The more the ink bleeds
The more I’m internally dying
These ink splatters have become
Writings on the walls of my head
Pen and pad going head to head
Scribbling what the voices said
The regrets left unsaid
Pain that won’t fall in the form of tears
Pain that’s been locked away for years
My frustrations and my fears
Orchestrated into a rhythm
Jotted down on paper
Becoming my relaxing system
This somehow feels safer
Rather than letting it fall down my cheeks
Or letting it come out when I speak
I write
About the many situations in life
Those with good attributes
And those that contain strife
I write
About the hurts that I deny
About the reasons I can’t close my eyes
Thinking of jumping off buildings
Knowing that I can’t fly
Writing is the only way
The only way I know to get by
This is what it sounds like
When my pen cries

Sincerlee Poetic