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
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Author:
amepiesces (
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- Comment from author about the poem: something was weighing on my mind and i ended up writing this...does this makes any sense .....
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it makes sense and it's beautiful. wishing you love and comfort. I relate to using writing as a way to cope. much love, proud of you.
thankyou so much for your kind words ..they mean a lot..really
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