Poetry

I woke up one morning With a pen in my hand A beautiful sunshine And a cloudless sky I woke up unhinged My door was not there I was an open plan heart My tears and my sorrow Displayed for all to see My pain was fully awake in my mind I woke up unveiled Naked emotions on display My sorrow was painted on the wall My laughter was dry as a bone I could not hide my tears The bloom in my heart was no more My garden of roses has withered I was a pile of sadness Ready to be buried My pen refused to write the poem It was too dry to report my storm It was not ready to spill my sorrow It was a painful conversation Between the poet and his lover A plain sheet of paper Was all they had To bury their pain And forget their past