I gave up my pen,
And tore all my dreams.
Poetry never was my friend
Thus my journey as poet, here ends.
- qyf
"The saddest poem a poet could write."
I often sit in doubt with overwhelming self-pity--- will I really make it? Will my pen able to cut through souls the way it cuts mine?
However, me learns that mine doubt is irreversible. It will forever be inside me...not to hinder...but to enable me to strive to surpass myself...to still be true with my writing. It is only, after all, mine pen which is able to hear and understand the deepest sighs of my soul.