Written

Move through the motions
Hear me not … nothing more
Than an inked screaming
On curling notebook paper
Lined in bleeding blue
Where my tears may have
Fallen down without permission
Into my little church of
Written solace
Where only I hear the terror
The torment of the darkness
Creeping about my essence
So hungry for lasting agonies
No matter my efforts to
Break free from this
Moving through the motions
So no one truly sees
Scars creating my notebook