what i write, is my mood.

lingering.

whispers inside that couldn't stop,
desperate to crawl out to hop,
like a water flows nonstop,
cannot be tampered to block.

so here i am with my canvas,
ready to write down a fuss,
along the sharp tip to cuts,
enough to ease down the rush.

still had an abiding anguish,
as well as avoiding to lavish,
the lingering pain would not banish,
it'll keep haunting undistinguished.

-hello readers, sorry for the late update. just a little preoccupied these past few months. hope you enjoy the short poetry and ill post another soon! <3