To write is a boon
its something too slow,
yet something too soon.
its a lover's plea,
its the desire to be free.
its somewhat like a jewel,
so precious,
yet so cruel.
Is to write a boon or a bane?
words and text,
formed like a chain
to others, just a page,
to you, emotions in a cage.
it breaks people from the inside,
tears were flown
as they were trying to hide.
Poetry is something like a burning fire,
it's deceiving and thieving,
it can be pure
but truly a liar.
its heartless and repeating,
so alive but so dull
as the words are bleeding.
Face of a reader,
with agony in his heart.
mind of a poet,
is what sets him apart.
misery is for those, who cannot survive
its for those who are barely alive.
let your conscious grow higher,
look into the words
as your throat goes dryer.
think of, when you read,
the face of whom you admire.
to write is a boon,
men cry,
women swoon.
more or less,
like talking to the moon.
Jun 2, 2023
Jun 2, 2023 at 5:02 AM UTC