BURDEN OF A BLEEDING PEN

Yoked under the loads of care,

Tortured by thoughts that provoked the mind,

Never a peaceful rest in a mind ravaged by war of words,

It’s rather fine to unburden the bleeding pen,

That the white leaf can be a burden bearer,

And the world can share the burden of the bleeding pen.

Rolling tears through the eyes of the pen,

Never a time to stop unburden the heart,

Too crowded a mind at the corridor of depression

Care not that the heart might fail by the cliff?

Bleeds on, on the pages to be relieved, oh burden pen,

Problem shared is problem half solved.

Let the tears of words flow on our pages,

Cause our eyes to walk through your mind,

That our minds can learn on the gallery of your thought,

And our souls can find solace in the castle of you experience,

Oh bleeding pen.

Thought it not good to be our channel of expression?

To reflect our pleasures and displeasures to the world glare,

That our burdened hearts might be lighter,

And our minds be free from the clutches of depression.

Fill our dry mental veins with pants of blood,

Cause our famished minds to be revitalized once more,

That our arteries might be the channels of life and hope for the dieing world,

And your burdens might be relieved by your bleeding,

As our pages reflect hope, love and pleasant words for our hearts.