The Emotion in the Written Word

There are no written ways to arrive at this.
Only the feelings in my heart can write my story.

The pages are blank, the book is empty.
The lines have no words, the book is empty.

Staring blankly at the page, the thoughts do not form.
The author bangs his fist against the writer’s block wall,
But the thoughts do not form.

The pen hits the page and splatters the ink.
The teardrop falls and splatters the ink.

As the teardrops flow, the words rush in a torrent.
Furious scribbling transforms a broken heart as the words rush in a torrent.

Only my story can write the feelings in my heart.
There are no written ways to arrive at this.