𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝑷𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒚| 𝑷𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒚 [𝑶𝒏-𝑮𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈]

Part 28: You Killed A Writer

Those solemn hours of the night
Overcast with the divine melody,
Where there's no one to fight,
It's all just me and no other creature
Blended in this overwhelming quietude.

The tranquility fog up my glasses,
As I forget all my trespasses.
Sipping on the blended hot chocolate,
Holding a book,
Wanting to read-
Craving to live.

Holding onto the last paper,
"I need to pen it down"..
"I need to write."
I've read a hundred books,
But the characters are losing their looks.
I want to write a thousand pages,
But the words are puzzling up into...nothing.

I've lost all hope,
I feel so low.
I've lost my mind to my heart,
And heart..never thinks.
I've lost the words
That used to stain my mind.

It's not just a blockage,
It's rather an assassination.
You killed a reader,
Made her mind a bleeder.
You killed a writer,
Didn't let her build her world
And make it better.
You killed a mind,
Lend the heart the hand
But then withdrew.
You killed a soul,
Made her miserable..
But above all,
You killed a writer.

~Ash.

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Hey!
It's not easy being a writer or an artist so never discourage her/him. Every writer has talent. Never kill a writer!

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