Jan 2020
A tear drop flows,burning my cheek,
and onto the paper i write,
the drop then makes the paper ignite;
the anger, the frustration , the hidden agitation,
along with the paper go bright,
leaving my mind at rest for the night.
and onto the paper i write,
the drop then makes the paper ignite;
the anger, the frustration , the hidden agitation,
along with the paper go bright,
leaving my mind at rest for the night.
this poem came from my realization of how writing, in a sense, sets me free .
there are certain thing that i can't speak out loud at time, but writing them down liberates me of that burdening thought.
there are certain thing that i can't speak out loud at time, but writing them down liberates me of that burdening thought.
