Theme : Darkest Pen
Genre: Dark poem

Hand itches to rip out my heart
Maybe,  I could tame my troubled soul
Couldn't bring my self to rest
My pen runs on my dark blood
And the cart rode on my bony wheels

Hurricane of depression -
Threatens to eat me whole
I fall onto its gnaws,
Biting off chunks on my dried bones
Leaving my hairy head hairless

I became a brother with sorrow
Eating on the same plate with grief
Covered with claws of pain
I cried out loud
"Take me to the land of the dead"

Anguish subdue my loving soul
Locking it in the freezer of agony
Dragged down to hell,
Washed away by flowing river of-
Regrets and throe


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