My Poems Describe
They have no role to explain
My pen writes what i feel
What i may know
But not asking you to follow
Emotional turmoils is bound
But they dont state philosophies
They dont devour to faint ecstasies
Sterotypes are meant to be broken
Not to stain rotten minds with self loathe
Guilt is taken from those who give up
Not that it is a shameful thing to do
sacrifices are taken at others wishfulness
But what happens when will is lost
When liberty is forced to have a different meaning ?
There is so much more than the eyes can see
Fate keeps curling at my window
Chances and wishes are left at the doorstep
The Deadly Truth: is yet a fantasy
Dream is all is left to please.
YOU ARE READING
Death By a Pen: A Poem's Paradise
PoetryThey are just heart bleeding poems. Read it. Laugh at my stupidity. Relive my life one verse at a time.
