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The pen strokes on the pad of paper
The blue ink stains and penetrates
A superficial tear at first, but
Left unchecked, a concentrated bleed
Strokes continue, tearing the pages
Layers after layers I continue to scribble
In a seizure of flurry an expression of anger
That I can't channel in this moment, so I scribble
Scribble, scribble, and scribble
I can't stop the scribbling
As the mind, the paper loses it's integrity
Crumpled under pressures from all over
To the inability, and abusive creatvity
As the scribbles have no reasoning
Other than random strokes of pen

◄ In the Snow

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Preeti Sinha

Tue 2nd Dec 2014 04:17

Brilliant! I can visualize your frustration....

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