A Million Quills

 
When my heart broke I felt a deep seeded need to bleed
So my veins supplied the ink to write a verse
Through a million quills I dropped notions onto the page
With all the rage my soul could roar saying, this hurts

But it wasn’t enough, I wanted to dye and delve even further
Deeper into the colors of emotion and the far unknown
To paint the pain with texts and flames to somehow explain
Why I was torn at the core when I could feel it in my bones

So I travelled through what must’ve been a thousand years
Explored worlds and realms that would show me how to grow
I swam in rivers and streams of a new subconciousness
That eventually would teach me how to open up and flow

And my blood spilled a flood of words that broke me, damned
Poems poured and penned without the intention to send
Composed to a host of ghosts that haunted me in dreams
Revealing that my ache will become a memory like an old friend