Drop by drop my tears fell, The rain turned into a storm. Transcending the vigorous boundaries of emotions, My pillow was the sinking Titanic that night. The darkness horrified me Grief burried me. Yet, all I had was the suffocating loneliness. Deep inside my solitary soul, There were queries evolving Emotions were bursting And the heart had cracks. And really slowly, the words inside me Knitted themselves into a fabric, Which could be worn by the ugliest soul, Which calmed the most terrified heart. A pen and a paper was all I owned. The pen flew that day, Lips smiled And the broken heart put bandages on it, And danced like never before. The pen reigned, The words conquered, And the paper shouted, Shouted all those burried emotions and cries. The pillow didn't drown that night, The eyes weren't red that night. The pen and paper smirked, Words rejoiced their victory, And thus was born A POEM.