They were told
To pick up a pen
And start writing

A class filled with souls
Sleep less
Peace less
Dark souls

Told to pick up a pen
And start writing

What did they know?
How would they know?

Oh poor soul
How will you let bleed
On a piece of paper
Drowning with emotions

When you can’t reciprocate
The pain of another
Sleep less
Peace less
Dark soul

Oh poor soul
I pity you
For trying to bleed on a paper
Drowning in emotions

When you yourself
Are a soul
Wandering in the world
Of poets

Like the
Sleep less
Peace less
Dark soul
You are.