Write
Write it all out
Put it down in a paper
Make the paper feel even if its numb
Put the ***** you hold back in a white lined wood
Call it the stroke of a hand
Or the confusion of the hands
Put it in and leave your misery on it
Let it slay the rocking heart of yours
In it are written thoughts you hide to peek
Its an art
A dangerous art of making a sense out of the confusion we hide
Write It in the paper
Read all it and leave it in your sheets
Publish your minds disease
Spread the plague of words to their hearts