Does the sky, cry just for me?
Or the Whole World does It see.?
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Poet,
Juggling Words,Into position.
It’s best to love no one,
It’s getting up tomorrow,To a silence that chokes you so well,And there’s nothing more to do or tell.
Wise Men go and come,
Once balanced light,But now, all that is right is night,And we are led by lying SCUM!
To Narrate,
Open the gate to,Your soul, your feelings,Your missing love,In trembling sounds,As life reboundsFrom the past,To future hope?Palpitate, write,Know you’re alive,Even if it’s hard to cope,When you’re reaching,The end of your rope.
Sometimes,
Holds you, like in a trance,And All, the held back feelingsCome tumbling out, All at OnceAnd you can’t stop the avalanche,The waterfall of sentiments and words,That so emotionally disturb and chant.And behold! the poem is born and lives,Reflecting all the mystery and force,That Life to Poetry gives.
I feel,
I thinkThat’s why,I get intoTroubleAnd hardly ever,Maybe neverFollow,Majority’sLink.