This is me, today
And
I don't know how
I wrote these words
But I wanted to write these
No doubt about that
As if this was all
There was to write.
And I get it now
There is an anger in me
Yes, there is
As if nothing is made for me
And I strive to achieve
As if to impress
Don't know whom
Or to what purpose
And will that make me happy
No, that will make me very angry
Indeed
I realize it now.
So I am fine and safe
Happy and good
There is a home
Which has a room
Where I stay
There is an office too
With a corridor where I walk
And the stairs, where I run
And that's about all
But I am not finished yet
For I am heart broken too
And I just hope
My spirit is intact
And when I am at it
I realize that
It is Soaring.
Yes, indeed.
Poetry by Deeps
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Written on 2017-02-07 at 17:24
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Hi, Me
I don't know whyAnd
I don't know how
I wrote these words
But I wanted to write these
No doubt about that
As if this was all
There was to write.
And I get it now
There is an anger in me
Yes, there is
As if nothing is made for me
And I strive to achieve
As if to impress
Don't know whom
Or to what purpose
And will that make me happy
No, that will make me very angry
Indeed
I realize it now.
So I am fine and safe
Happy and good
There is a home
Which has a room
Where I stay
There is an office too
With a corridor where I walk
And the stairs, where I run
And that's about all
But I am not finished yet
For I am heart broken too
And I just hope
My spirit is intact
And when I am at it
I realize that
It is Soaring.
Yes, indeed.
Poetry by Deeps
Read 592 times
Written on 2017-02-07 at 17:24
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