I swear I tried...
Not to confront the blank page,
Not to break the silence,
Not to add into the heap of butts another cigarette.
Verily, I tried...with all my might,
Not to write...never to rhyme ever again.
But here I am, just like yesterday,
little more dead...little more grey.
Perhaps I know not any other route...
another means of redeeming myself.
Not an ounce of pleasure,
I've derived from this way...
Not a step closer to my dreamed isle...
Not a moment of solace,
for my tormenting soul...
yet... I return to the same act,
on the same pathway...
Oh lord, have you forsaken me from thy grace?
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Author:
Vinit Rodrigues (
Offline) - Published: August 13th, 2021 11:32
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Comments2
May your words keep spilling onto the page Vinit.
Welcome to MPS.
Thank You.
You shall never stop writing, what a better way out there to redeem ourselves other than spilling our thoughts and secrets into the pen and paper. Incredible piece, dear Vinit!
Thank You. Appreciate it.
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