At a bad heightA Poem by fattycbreezy52I thought of sharing this
I rise and reach that peak.
I stay there for a while.I enjoy that elevation to my heart's content,but after a few days,fall down drastically! These are inward processes and outside seems to be blurred.People go by face-value but do not penetrate deep to see that small girl crying in a corner of the kindergarten playground while all the other toddlers are sliding and swinging.This girl is no one but my insides,which are still screaming hard at a matured age of 19. I write in vain.People seem less interested in acknowledging my words.Some sympathise and some completely ignore.Yes,I am no poet.But like them I get visons.When I experience things,I just jot them down. My points will help you pass no exams, My words will extinguish like the fire in that hearth. But I'll still kindle or light that spark. Today it's me, But tomorrow it can be you! It can be you
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2 Reviews Added on April 4, 2015 Last Updated on April 4, 2015 Tags: feelings, visons, melancholy Authorfattycbreezy52AboutMusic,dancing,singing,acting,dubbing,writing and playing with voices are my areas of specialization/existence. Being a Literature student,my love for Keats,Coleridge and Blake led me all the way to t.. more..Writing
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