The feeling of despair,
Leaving the solitudinal serenity behind,
Locked in the beauty of words,
Yet not able to ink till my last breathe.
It drips slowly from my veins,
A caricature of apocalyptic art,
The ink flows through the pen,
Just like blood flows through my veins.
Not wanting to leave the paper,
It's unfinished yet conflicting memory,
Come and follow me with your conflicts,
I'm writing a story with no plot.
The darkness convulses into fear,
Thumping my heart slowly,
Escalating into the feeling of death,
The death of not able to ink my thoughts.
If this is forever,
My breathe lies on my fingertips,
If the darkness is colourful,
Let me drown in it for eternity.
Meaning :: This is a poem which depicts the inner fear that develops within me when I lose the interest to write; that I would lose it forever and would never get it back; and that I cannot survive without writing.
Inspired by BTS's Black swan
