we write,
in the shadows.
And spill our souls in ink.
Our thoughts drip,
onto unwritten papers.
and we let,
Our hands flow.
Each line,
a drop of our feelings,
Each Stanza,
A pool of our emotions.
So let us write,
not for the world,
but for ourselves,
on this blank page,
let us bleed,
bleed ink.
i suddenly thought of making this poem after reading "Hello poetry poets"