Paper Danse Macabre

Paper Danse Macabre

Toss some ink on the paper
Tis your mind that's feeling blue
What gives me away is black on white
And its not so cruel, as it's true.

I trust my thoughts when written
Because I cannot take them back
And every teardrop written
Takes me off my torture rack.

I write and forget that I ever felt
I wrote and my words are instant wealth
It's a treasure tale of dark places inside my heart
That the head can't amputate, dissect or cut.

It's a putative start
When you rain  with your pen
The outsourced pain a painting,
An artful stain;
On canvas where straight lines
Seem severe strange
But oh the crop circles, their convoluted encoded range!

Kill the feelings give  them birth
The poet murders to create his art
Walking free when the battle ends
Driving out his grievous fiends.

And tell me reader how do you feel?
Did you find my feelings real?
How do I do you when I transmit hell?
Do I do it very well?

Read and rant your grief decant
My tears were shed so yours incant
Arise light my friend for pity's sake
Those who befriend sorrow
cannot bond with something fake.

And I bond with you over my hemlock drink
And into its gruesome lethe do we together sink
Leave each our own
treasure trove of tears untold...
Raise from lifeless page
Eyes freed anon,
to sun gaze upon the
Limpid gold...

(c) Amrita Valan 2015