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 Jun 2020 Shiv Pratap Pal
Ale
In the real world,
the detailed fantasy
I created has
no meaning,
no worth,
no power.
The realization
leaving me speechless,
a reality so tightly woven
with a thread of fiction.
It’s hard for me
to separate dreams
from harsh truth.
I experience
confusion,
emptiness.
They call it maladaptive daydreaming.
He took the journal out that he doesn't have
He read the words that were not on the page
Out loud

I could smell the paper that wasn't there

He felt the wood on his fingertips
The binding that was old and frayed

I tasted life in my mouth like blood

Serenity crept in

I started to laugh

With a glint his eye
He stared intensely at the nothing

at everything



.....
I could put in the words what I do,
It becomes so irrelevant to
what I say despite for it not be
It just deeply affected me.
I do what needs to be done
It needs not be said so seldom.
In the dark of the night,
From left to the right
Don't cut, no bite
I have to say to be in the fight
To be few and fortunate.
With the crimes increasing,
And people turning cold,
You need more to live by
Give more and try
To make this earth a nice place
All across
.
 Jun 2020 Shiv Pratap Pal
GENIE
I do my best to hide my pain
They see my eyes wild and grand
They say I'm insane
I congratulate myself amid their reprimand
I've  successfully contained my pain
They never understand
So, I never explain
They can't stop my campaign brand
Neither can the pain
I
The
Amateur

The
Expert

The
Rookie

The
Aficionado

The
Freshman

The
Maestro

The
Dabbler

The
Craftsman

Poet

There's a place here
For everyone
With a passion
For words
Reading and writing is therapy
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