Friday 10 June 2016

i can't write

They command me to write,
But the vessel is deeply void,
I look for signs that help me -
Surrendered I retreat now.

The stars laugh at my plight,
And the moon gleams at me,
Grinning white, they are happy -
For, I am their laughing prey.

Mustering courage, I scowl,
They are defiant to my glare,
Resentfully, I search for thoughts -
In the abyss that can't be trusted.

I am defeated, and injured,
The physical being is alright,
But, conscious self is marred -
This chasm is deep and void.

15 comments:

  1. And you say, you can't write? If this is not called amazing, then I don't know what is!

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    1. Amazing is what YOU write, I only try.

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    2. You say that you "only try", yet write so well! Amazing is what amazing does...

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  2. Yet the void with its bottomless pit
    Consumes and chews out
    The queues and pains
    For the pain is to be realised today to love
    To love the valie of pleasure tomorrow
    Take solace for there is hope
    In yourself and in time
    And belief in you surpasses the gapeless scheme of rhyme

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  3. I'm repeating if this is scribbling ???

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