this poem

September 26th, 2005 by iyahthought

In this crumpled paper i wrote
words i myself dont understand
as i hold my pen so tight
it loosen the knot of poetry inside

but the deeper i think of a piece
thoughts seem invisible inside
my mind’s tortured in pain
my hand’s starting to bleed

but still i will waste such precious ink
on this sheet flooded with blood and tears
though its hard to catch a sharp verse
i wont stop until it says a phrase

now i want is your heart to understand
those eyes to read such nonsense
the poem i myself dont own
but this paper and pen that mourn