I missed
a day
of writing in metre.
of figuring
out how
to write these thoughts.
That time
I was supposed
to be writing in metre
I was
clutching
my heart
being stabbed
by an invisible
sharp pen
its ink
pouring pain
all over my veins
freezing
numbing
my hands from moving
arresting my
mind from
thinking
of nothing
nothing but
dying.
©jln.
