I write because I’m alone.
I write because I’m lonely.
I write because I’m bored.
Mundane tasks. Sun rises, sun sets.
I’ve got no one to talk to.
My best friends are a pen and paper.
They don’t judge me.
They get it.
They give me comfort
no human has ever given.
They let me escape
from time to time.
A freedom I’ve never felt before.
A break from a thousand chains.
A chance to say what I want.
To control my world, finally.
Not for money.
Not for fame.
But to live, to breathe,
to feel something in this goddamn world.
To keep going.
To not lose my mind,
to escape the pain.
A hope for something.
Even lonely, the gods are here,
whispering what I need to say.
As if they know more than I do.
As if they’re the only ones who listen.
I don’t write because I want to.
I write because I need to.
If it can erase the things
I can't control,
so be it.
That’s why I write.
Until I stop,
until I’m done.
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Author:
ablankthinker (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Before reading this poem please understand I'm not a pro writer I just wrote whatever came into my mind so if you want find any errors or grammatical mistakes sorry for that. Regarding the poem: it all started with a question which has been haunting me for past few days, the answer is the poem. It may not be the best answer but it gives a some meaning a reminder to all creative beings to write and express their dark side.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
A nice first entry! I hope you continue to write, and continue to find answers to life's toughest questions. Sometimes there is no best answer, just the answers we can live with.
Thank you so much for your kind words.😊 I'm always searching for answers, and sometimes, that search is what gives life its meaning.
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