I'm all out of symphonies
And I'm stuck with this note
I kept on making melodies
Now I can't decipher what I wrote
Unable to write a good song
Unable to make a new chord
Stuck in an idea for so long
Thoughts almost like bitter gourd
Sound asleep when I'm listening
To the thoughts I find so bitter
Sound asleep cause it's gradually killing
The thoughts I honed forever
Well atleast it's keeping me healthy
When I'm gnawing the bitterness
Now I'm much more ready
Now I could write with finesse
I may have swallowed it whole
Which may have seemed so wrong
Now I'm achieving my goal
In writing a new song
February, 2020
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An Unfinished Book of Poem
PoesiaThis is a book of poems made by yours truly. Since it's quarantine and I've been bored, even if I had my modules, I made some poems. This is literally my way to escape some problems so I'd appreciate if you read this. Thank you!
