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