I am now always speculating,
And a weird feeling is sinking
Try to take my mind off
But the little voice inside my head won't stop
Even when I am supposed to be glad,I'm void.I'm not able to make a choice!!!
I pick up my book, but no use
I'm not amused.
No worries, we will have it deciphered I tell myself,
And move forward to make a try again to get out of hell.
I now pick up my pencil, nothing comes to mind,
Oh no! Now things are getting out of line.
Panicking, I ring up my friend, no I don't,Because I know I'm a bother and I shouldn't.
With all the things done,
Comes my pen's turn.
It's between me and the paper,
Nothing could be safer.
But I still go on thinking,With that weird feeling still sinking....
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Words from Within
PoetryThis book compilation of the poems I have written to create awareness amongst others about the mishappenings in society. Also, poem 1 in the book is the very first poem I had written. I will try to post every month, a new poem about a new topic to c...
