My Pen Bleeds

From the writings of an tormented soul,
tourted butchered feelings,
The erasings of unending memories.
My pen bleeds
on what it used to feed.
My pen bleeds
From the cuttings deep,
the rough layout cunningly spread,
writings of unknown ends
from dead thoughts unwell,scribbling.
My pen bleeds
For none hears it's pleas,
My pen is dying
the poet is trying to reach out...
Bard mwendwa 🍃
©mwendwa