All I've got is just this pen
And this piece of paper
With my own thoughts and emotions
My own tears and whimpers
My own smiles and whispers
My hand shall start moving
All on its own
Obeying what the mind is telling her
Or obliging to the murmurs of my heart
Once doodling or drawing
Once writing or scratching
At some point it starts to shiver
Not from the cold it starts to quiver
More like from the swirl of emotions
The cries of the soul
The shouts of the insides
And the tears of the heart's mirror
Those wet specs
Like pearls they fall
From under thick lashes
On the black left ashes
From the trail of the pencil
Drenching the paper and what it carries
Wiping what has been said
And what has been written
As if nothing just happened
And we're back to the start
The very first beginning
When i was trying to say
What my voice wasn't able to verbalize
But what my soul was able to visualize
As if I'm chained
Left under control
As if I'm prohibited
More like forbidden
Not even allowed
To write the words of my mind
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YOU ARE READING
The inner voice
PuisiA collection of some of my poems :) **Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words ~ Robert Frost Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words ~ Edgar Allan Poe Painting is silent poetry and poetry is paint...
