Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2009
this pen in my hand cries tears of ink
as the white sheet below starts to sink
each blink, each line
they both suffer my pain
writting emotions that i cant contain
they feel the strain as i grip this pen and carve this page
and yet again i share my rage
they dont want to engage
dont wanna feel my torturous thoughts
thinking why should we worship such a cause
thinking its over with every pause...
ontill horrific scenes pass from ink to the sheet
these horrific scenes which cause this pen to bleed
they still torture me.