Friday, November 9, 2018

pain: poetry

     
        Pain.

               Could it be pain?

               I sat down in my own world,
               Never expected much from anyone,
              Just wanted more from myself..

              Was it all a bed of lies?

              The fact that all I crave for is art,
              All I want to do is to make a craft,
              But was it not an obscene act?

              I wanted to get out..

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