A paper and pen
Sometimes that's all it takes
Scrawling out all my darkness
They call it poetry, I call it a story
Each word; a different meaning
Each experience; a strange feeling
Giving satisfaction the way red would
A paper and pen
Broken frames lay scattered across my bed
Looking for relief as I live my nightmare
Opening the book like the silver to my red
A paper and pen
My head is spinning
Gasping for breath as I feel the sinking
Take me away today,
A paper and pen
-Sowmya Nagory
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Small Talk over Tea
Poetry"I made it" was all she etched onto the wall with a heart breaking sigh and a heart clenching smile and she stood there among the crumbling ruins. For, she knew that she could be rebuilt from the tiniest pieces of those remains that lay scattered in...
