Pen - pen: Disarm my Pain

PEN?

This is a randomized thoughts between 2:00 am till 4:00 am,

Pen, Are you with me?

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Narrow space inside my head,
Throwing stones till i was dead,
Ruining my life, they were like thread,
Cutting my skin till it bleed in red,

Cold winter night, that was the season,
Crying for someone, I don't know the reason,
Testing out the things i won't disagreed,
I should start to start to strum the strings slowly indeed,

Dear, i don't want to bring tears when I leave,
Flowers, blossoms, bloom like spring relieve,

This is a love, so seasonal and critical,
Stopped by the tones and lyrical,
This life was painted in blue,
Dark nights and mourning screams aren't that true,
Even our skies were violet,
Even shows color as blue,

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Sunday psalms and saturday bless,
No one knows how hard it is to wake up in monday,
Tuesday reports and wednesday noon,
No one knows how hot is on thursday,
Oh! I know, i have a free time on friday,
I can stop my ambitions for it was only on payday,
Stop those paperworks of doom for it was my restday,
Two days will pass, again it's Monday,

Harmful words and cursing strikes,
My head still rings, i am deaft from rants,
Word stained news and killing crimes,
Everyday scene on the tv shows and times,
Toxicated community is popular among people who eat some lime,

Corruption and murders,
Stop bullyimg those prisons,
Lack of space? Isn't the world is the hell already?,
You cant burn a demon from the same cell you're in,
Unless you plant them with cross or prayers continously,
Until they realize how hard it is to pass in the needle of sins silently,

Your words doesn't define you as a whole,
Your acts can't describe every aspects of your life,
Use those words as your tool,
For those who passionately hides and rule,

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An entry for the date: 08/21/19
This poem is part of my Journal since April 10, 2019.