My Pen is Tired

Ton of ideas
laid out on paper,
Drawing blood
in every stroke,
Relief in each unveiling.

Foreign eyes often ignore,
beauty between the lines.
Those who dare,
are honored by its presence.

If only it has reached the minds
of people whom they are meant for.

The shouts are silenced.
The lights are dimmed.
The ink won’t flow…
…It won’t flow.

- Rasui Akira

written on December 20, 2006 - 8:32 PM