Body lying
Head resting
Eyes closing
Yawning
Damn! Life is tiring.
Yet I'm not one to complain
When I can feel the blood rushing
Thick and fast through my vains
As I stand, as I sing.
The crowd is wild
The crowd is loud
And I feel high
Head's in the clouds.
This feeling -it's amazing
But sometimes, just sometimes
I come to think
This mountain is not easy to climb.
I am grateful
I am thankful
But honestly,
Life is tiring.
-Nik.
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Forbidden Thoughts
PoetryWriting is my escape. But as much as it helps me to run from my problems, it also helps me to confess them. Though, no one is a saint, including me. There are words I shouldn't say, feelings I shouldn't feel, and poetries I shouldn't write. So here...
