The ink i bleed

Here i am Again I bleed, as it pours outside of me,

words to poem thoughts to Ink, slowly leaking what I think,

never knowing how to end, as It spills out here again,

I try to see another line, and then I try to make it rhyme,

poems make my thoughts a haze, trying to escape this maze,

rationally I start to know, which direction this may go,

feeling words erasing sight, listening to what I had to write,

as I pen another mile, perishing in my own denial,

sharing what I have to I say, as i write this here today,

for all to read and wonder why, to remember and feel - to hide the cry,

engulfed inside this fog I go, to another place I do not know,

where i may release my mind, knowing the end i will not find,

ripping through me is my pain, in the mirror now i see it again,

As it drips out for you to read, covered in the ink i bleed......