When a heart seem to be so lifeless
The eyes would come to rescue,
Lacrimal Apparatus would be stimulated
As tears would suddenly roll.
If the outworn eyes's done,
and the heart couldn't just be healed,
Poetry would then come and help..
Poetry as my third line of defense,
It lets me grab a paper and a pen
and makes me start writing and rhyming
About mere dramas, mere melancholies.
It unleashed the mask attached on my face
Even if i'm childish, emotional, and shallow,
Poetry always understands and still accepts me.
It simply lets me burst out my contempt feelings
It doesn't tease me yet it respects me
Every word, every smile and every teardrop,
Poetry never disregard them,
instead, it even acknowledges them
Poetry respects me as who I am and what I am.
It doesn't disrespects this nightmare package I got.
With it, I feel like I'm not left
from the dark areas of the world.
Then when my heart is gradually healing
and my dried eyes are becoming finer,
In the end, I found poetry as my last defense mechanism,
I found myself restored by POETRY.
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Sanity in the Asylum
PoetryThese poems are made out of vanity . Read them if you like, it's composed of mixed themes (depression, love, happiness, sadness, people, society, blessedness, and others,.. ). :)
