Are you weeping again
It’s past time to dry tears and be permanent yeah steadfast.
Aren’t you tired of running, ink?
Bleeding on page after page drama on stage.
Purge thoughts of a sure thing found uncertain
Open forgotten windows after opening stiff curtains
Spring clean during winter months
Make room for better and bigger change
Crying pen wraps whatever is absent to the head!
Bleeding ungratefulness on other pages oh how I feel low then it spreads extra contagious when lack seduces weak eyes off track.
What you have.
On any lack,
Head down running into walls skull contact smack.
From The crying pen.