PainRelief

Emptying something into nothing, some written rage on some blank page.
Thoughts flowing through blue INK.

Not directly, but indirectly.
About the something, disquised as nothing.
All coming out in a too round-about kind of way.
Seeming as though there's nothing to say.

This is what I have to GIVE,
Through the words there's more to read, more to see,
Words of relief can be found in-between.

No, this is not my heart, this is merely saturated looseleaf,
My heart is lying there, in-between.