A Poem by Cobblestone Traveler

"Write it out"


Pressing the tip through weighted words
Tearing through this ruled parchment
Despite my trembling, ink-stained hands

Initiate transference of heartsick sorrows
Demanding reassignment and detachment 
To become printed cries on a visual plane

Perhaps through friction and fanciful diction
The pen would empty as I drain you out
Until you are nothing more than papercuts

© 2017 Cobblestone Traveler

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I like the images you summon up in the poem and the idea of pain being nothing more than a small paper cut. It is s small but very powerful poem.

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Added on May 24, 2017
Last Updated on May 25, 2017