My Paper Cut
When I am hurt
Words flow from my mind
Like blood flows from a cut
My mind is raw like my skin
My mind hurts like a wound
Pain radiates to my heart
My hand move quick
Ink stains paper
A pool of words collect
Like a pool of blood
And finally the cut dries up
Just like my mind
No more words or blood will fall
Exhausted, I gaze at my masterpiece
And I wonder
How can so much pain
Create something so tangible
So real