Her tears bleed naked
Into the ink.
Blurring the words and the
Lines together.
The room is quiet,
Just her jumbled thoughts,
And the light scratching
Of pen to paper.
Thinking
Breathing
Dying on the page.
It is the silence of poet
And the horror of her
Broken heart that
Seeps into every phrase.
She seeks absolution
She seeks peace.
Perhaps when she comes to
The end,
She will find it.
Kim V. Poetry 