INK OUT LOUD

INK OUT LOUD

Trapped emotions.

Suppressed reactions.

Contained in this hollow empty space of incarceration.

It feels like empty.

But paradoxically it's full.

And when you feel it reaches the brim, 

you try to pour it out.

Hoping for a miraculous relief.

But still, you bleed.

You see, this is a vicious cycle.

Pain is eternal.

Bleeding is internal.

So pour it out.

Grab a pen,

And bleed on the paper.

Pour it out.

Speak.

Bleed.

Reviews

[alifeacoustic]

We do bleed those emotions out, yet there always seems to be plenty left in the reservoir to keep us permanently topped up with trapped emotions, as you said so eloquently.
Creative words, well bled.

[hanir]

Thanks for such a wonderful review. 😊

[alifeacoustic]

You're very welcome.

[terry smith]

Amen!! ...................................

[hanir]

Thank you! 😊