#poemsworld
Concealed in my diary
in the form of words
my emotions explode
inklings of events
predicaments conjectured
or sighs of contentment
vaguely interpreted
lights my soul
stagnant but painful
glorious yet tearful
Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 7:08 AM UTC
Thoughts like clouds,
storming my mind.
Thunderstorms,
thunderbolts,
lightning and
heavy gushes of the words,
striking against the wall,
of my brain, like blind birds.
Here I stand,
no pen to write with,
no paper to write on.
Words will escape,
by penetrating in my soul.
My fear of losing my words,
stays by the side of my thoughts.
They can come at any time,
will shower like a rain in my mind,
or they can go at any time,
leaving me to think sublime.
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 7:44 AM UTC