When mockery overpowers...

The black vertical thin line mocks me

for the nth time-

When my paper bleeds words

like pain and sadness,

The black vertical thin line

harmonize with the

Beating of my heart-

counting numbers of death,

Echoing inside the hollow room-

guarding like death’s rusty armor.

Now, my paper is half-filled with words-

words that will defeat the black vertical thin line’s purpose,

Now, my words devour the page

where it can no longer mock-

But just sleep and hide

as I turn

My succeeding thoughts

into an end.