They say that when we suffer
Our writing gets better
Unfortunately.. It is true
That my feelings goes through
Smoothly to my pen when I write
About suffering or being lost
Acting was a definition
For art and television
Now it's my path to depression
You can say go to a therapist
And stop being negative
Allow me to say
That was the only way
To escape from judgements
And crush down my hoppeless dreams
A hug, a kiss, we don't appreciate these words
Until we stuck in our lonely jars
Not being alone in a room
But surrounded by people whom
I thought once they were full
Of love, care, but still I'm fool
Sometimes life goes on easy and simple
When reading a book touched my soul
Or even when dots of rain touched my finger
Sometimes I wonder..
Was it just a dream?

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems

Share This Poem