Why this sudden rush of sadness
washing over me,
Threatening to submerge me
In its depths?
I had it good for a while.
So good, I threw my pen
at the spot where the sun kisses the river;
There, I met a writer
The writer who pierced my heart deep with his pen.
My tender heart bled ink
Ink of love maybe….
Maybe I fell in love with the writer
who wrote me to life.
Life on paper was beautiful
Until he drew me out to reality
There i realise I was one of many….
The writer ruthlessly stabbed my heart
He stabbed my soul too.
Now, I’m here with nothing!
Nothing except this poison called LOVE
flowing from my heart.