Wailing heals ailing pen has stopped bleeding

My pen has stopped bleeding,
My words don't ache anymore.

Wrenching, writhing, convulsive  pain,
Of your departure,
Doesn't screeche the pages of soul,
Seems to found a fresh cure.

Layers of balm,
Flown through my eyes,
Have soothed the bruises,
Lightened the scars too,
that my heart used to bore.

Now that ,

My pen has stopped bleeding,
My words don't ache anymore.

No healer comes for rescue,
No shoulder to cry on ,
No caress would suffice,
And yes,
Time doesn't heal everything,
Wailing loud helps for sure..

So lemme write once more,
My pen has stopped bleeding,
My words don't ache anymore.