IN ANGUISH

I write my heart's desires
In bold black strokes
With crimson
That's charred to coal
Nurturing scars
Cradling tears
That life gave me 

To hold
I let them cry
And bleed me dry
And fill my pen
with gold 

To paint words

Of battles lost

And profound sorrows

That unfold…

Look at my words now
Soaked
To the bone
I laid them out to dry
Under the sun
But beware
For they might just dance
On bleeding feet
Into your wiped down
Pretentious soul
And leave a ragged trail
Of soot
And dust
And agonised furrows
Of intense stories

Untold! 

MS