Something that came out

[winternight]

When you're a bad writer and can't think of expressible hooks...

When you run out of words,

you finally find them in books...

Long unwillingness to accept,

the urge to keep going after,

Were you followed, did not detect,

Just for moments of someone's laughter..

You made things your whole purpose, Thinking will remain beside your success.

Now;

Knowing the choices,

scared you fit into none..

but knows everything,

weren't you the one..

Trying to breathe,

waiting for the sun,

Lonely bastard

Fearing you'll lose it if you won't run.

You heard everything,

truth is always central aligned.

But the killing selflessness,

accepted to be sidelined.

Waiting to sit together to reading the faces

Urges to share asap to packets of food

chases

Writing the paragraphs to calling once in a week

Even if not done, the only thing to seek.

Loving till infinity to listening you're like oxygen

Knowing you're diamond and the bond is carbon carbon

These things are far safe from contamination

And will be preserved beyond demolition

Currently you know money will be black hues You might put into the wrong use

But is the condition bigger than the

biggest fear

the fears that God has send

Or will there be something, putting an end.

These lines have some meanings and some are incidents. When I wrote, I didn't want anyone at my home to read so I wrote it like that. So I could write the stories.

[mrmonk]

Reminds me that sometimes poetry is the only way to say what we can't say, but has to be said. Thank you for saying and sharing.

[winternight in reply to mrmonk]

Thankyou for appreciating and understanding. I didn't know why I am sharing it. Would love to hear from you, anytime.