like what writers commonly say
darkness, they conclude will lead you astray
light will come in your way
while you march towards the passageway
if that was sure, tell me what's real
in my messy room, curled up hair
let the precise words enter through my ear
is it true? or is it not?
i'm getting crazy, voice it out
time goes by, still no light
i've been finding with my blurry sight
no one tells me
it's not at all easy
dear writers, authors, i'm begging
oh please, this is really frustrating
in the middle of the darkness
i'm having difficulty, turning into tiniest
version of myself
“where is the light?!” i shout
in this unexplainable gloom, help me to get out
bright bright bright
where the hell is you, oh my light?
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words of isolation
Poetryjust my feelings and thoughts turned to a prose and poetry whilst in a great isolation (self-isolation) not beautifully said nor beautifully sounding yet deserved to be shown to people highest rank so far: #11 prose collection :>>
