poetry lets go
what
the body
can no
longer hold.

It is a wonderful place to be,
          It is beautiful, calm and quite,
          It allows me to be unseen,
          It allows me to talk to my inner soul,
          It comforts me, with peace of silence,
          It allows me to dream,
          It allows me to cry n smile,
          It never ceases to be myself.
          When everything leaves it stays with me.
          It's a blessing in disguise!!

Dream it seems,
Darkness around.
Silent cries,
Weeping sound..
No loves and cares.
But an unusual fear..
Thunder claps,
Mind was pacing,
As fast as pacing pirates..
And that was a dream,
An Untold Melancholy...!!!