Collection of My Poetry

Bruises and Scars

My pen hovers over the page

I chose a red pen today

But why is it heavier than usual?

I quickly glance at it

It just sits in my fingers

Silent and waiting

I hold the pen over the page

A single drip lands on the surface

The page soaks it up obediently

Encouraged, I begin to write

My words chop, dice, and scar

The page no longer innocent white

The mad beating of the page continues

Until my pen finally stops.

My pen lifts off the page

I admire the neatness of my work

The paper bleeding words

But what I don't expect is its revenge

The paper stole my heart and soul

Embedded within its scars

It waits until I have to face it

The inevitable revise

I gather my courage to face my pain

Once again I place my pen

This time to scratch out a word

I drag it across each letter

I'm left with a scar

This continues mercilessly

The page roars in laughter

It is numb to the pain I suffer

But then the pain ends

I'm done

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Authors note:

I'm not used to writing like this... Please comment! Sorry if the title deceived you!