One stormy night
Everything's going astray
It wasn't supposed to be this way
Going around circles with an unsure destination
Always riding on a wrong bus, and ended with a wrong station
These tons of due dates are rekindling the misery of the dying pen
Like how the rain can't be stopped breaking free from the clouds of pain
And witnessing the stormy night that's devoid with stars
Maybe, the sun will rise but it'll take more than hours
Writing poems
Maybe the underrated poet can finally find solace
Riding on a wrong bus again
Even can't afford to ride on the right one, still hoping to arrive on the anticipated station
One cannot be deprived of hoping
As the agony it brings, its much lesser
Than admitting defeat and losing hope,
The torment will trigger one to find a rope
YOU ARE READING
Elegies
PoesieOverflowing emotions will trigger your hands to write on their own and eventually you're obliviously writing poems already. Write down what you feel, until it hurts no more.
