A room lit
With only a bulb of yellow glow
A pen in hand
Trying to bleed the words
That hold her breath
But not a single word can she scrawl
Not a thought can she enunciate
Onto the white sheet
That stares back at her
Where her artistry went
She knows not
Where her afflatus wandered away
She cannot reach
The ache to delineate
The stories she keeps inside
Suffocate her
And claw her soul
She tries some more
To spew out the words
That she holds within
Her heaving heart sinking
Into a crippling need
To do what she does best
_________
That night
She sleeps
With a cumbersome torso
For she could not be liberated
From the fervour
That binds her self together
And swells her hefty heart
With only a bulb of yellow glow
A pen in hand
Trying to bleed the words
That hold her breath
But not a single word can she scrawl
Not a thought can she enunciate
Onto the white sheet
That stares back at her
Where her artistry went
She knows not
Where her afflatus wandered away
She cannot reach
The ache to delineate
The stories she keeps inside
Suffocate her
And claw her soul
She tries some more
To spew out the words
That she holds within
Her heaving heart sinking
Into a crippling need
To do what she does best
_________
That night
She sleeps
With a cumbersome torso
For she could not be liberated
From the fervour
That binds her self together
And swells her hefty heart
