And it Ne'er Hurts Again

I tried to express the pain I felt,

But, words became worse to express.

And nobody ready to share that pain.

So I decided to look for the pen,

Some blank pieces of paper.

The ink too dark to suit the darkness.

The paper enough to reflect the pain within.

Was that enough to share the pain I had

Was that now my only partner of nights.

Erased and rewrote the words,

Not enough to describe.

My hands trembled before I hold the pen

To pen down.

The pen I took, to the edge of the paper.

That was too sharp to make a scar on the Hand.

The wound gave enough of blood to Red the paper.

Was that my destiny.

The paper now started to hurt again

I look out to the sky for the one.

The paper started to speak,

The pen darkened the words within.

The words flowed of the pen

Like the Mississippi.

The paper behold me and said.

I promised to write until the Paper hurts me again.

-Jnanendra Das