Poetry at Its Best
I wrote a poem.
My tears were the verses and my sighs filled the rhythm,
it echoed to the long lasting darkness
I wrote a poem.
I tried to bury my guilt and sorrow in between the lines,
But it failed miserably.
I wrote a poem.
I consoled myself and thought it was over,
Yet I could not see an end.
I wrote a poem,
I decided to take a look at other poems,
PEACE they seek in withered pages.
PAIN is the poet's beloved MUSE.
-Chandula-
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