By Shelby Haley
A dark ink flows through the tattered page
Humans dancing, laughing, singing on the monochrome stage.
No matter how hard I try
I can’t help but scream why
Why they laugh and sing
When life is such an evil, fickle thing.
But for writing, really I have an unquestionable knack.
So, as the pen flows and writes, I stain the parchment black.
I don’t understand, I hope it will pass
For now I’m hurting, shattered like glass
I see them run by with smiles on their lips
And here I am, stuck, in sad, icy grips.
Pour out my soul through the drops in my eyes
Hoping they’ll see through this happy disguise
The paper is ripping, my heart I’ve attacked
It’s hurting me, staining the paper black.
My veins flow, thick with red ink
Hurt me more, and my heart will soon sink
Rip out emotion and release my poor soul
Let me feel again, make me once more whole.
Think of me when you see those flowers
The glorious crimson ones I stared at for hours
In in this journal I draw, as my voice starts to crack
Those beautiful roses, yet, now they’re stained black.
In my dark little world I’m always in
I’ll be here when I’m old; here I’ve always been
But still, the laughter beckons me close
It makes me question the life I long ago chose
I almost wish they would see me here
And cut the strings of my evil puppeteer.
I write the words and hope to turn back
The pen is emptied of all its black
A hand to reach out, a voice to call
I wonder if I simply imagined it all
But they’ve all appeared, around me with smiles
Of all different shapes, colors and styles
My monochrome world fades all away
And I’m no longer sad today
The paper- my heart- once stained black
Has receded entirely, gone away to its pack
And now, my heart, released from dread
is now a vibrant, loving red.