i write and write till all it sways
the tears stop and heart meditates
the shaky breaths smoothen the sails
the blank mind processes the mistakes
am i wrong or the world was a maze
a difficult rhyme a child couldn\'t take
is being me sad or the sculpture weighed
a smile that cracked the mirrors display
are opinions true or people just blamed
an ending act that couldn\'t save the sales
is poetry a gift or was meant to be placed
in the heart of those who yearned the betrayal
in the ending note i would like to consolate
to the life that died on the paper unstained