Rain from Pen

writing impulsively

I can’t stop writing.

Flows like water from my pen:

Bloodstain on my paper

And, this world I am in,

I find that

Blood is thicker than water,

And water is not what

Keeps me buried in.

 

I can’t stop writing,

For I find that,

If I were to,

All I would think about

All I would think about

Would be you.

 

And you are

Like the dew that glistens the

Glassy grass of early May.

 

That day

That day

I can’t get from my mind that day.

Blood may be thicker than water,

But blood is not what keeps me

Caught here,

With pen to paper,

Deftly inking this bloodstain

Across my paper—

Words put to paper

You put to paper

And my heart

Caught in that thinnest thing:

The spaces in between

The College-ruled lines.

 

You

Are what keeps

Me buried in,

 

What locks the words in,

What keeps the words coming

Like an endless rain

An endless rain I would not

Dare to dream of dancing in.