Transition
written by: Akshita1776
Pain!
It blasts inside my forehead
Voices screech-
“Imperfect,
Not enough”
I sit idle,
Only ink scrawled across a page
“Burn!”
Someone screams from within
“Light up like wildfires,
That inadvertently consume cities,
Let your creeks,
Dry up forever”
“Hide,
‘Neath the mud,
Under perfunctory flowers,
If you get them,
If someone cares enough”
Peace,
Shall I ever know it?
Or perhaps the dirt clogging my ears
Will provide a semblance
Gone,
Will be my trace
No more a disgrace,
Happy,
I think they will be gradually
Silence.
I like to think of me as a wordsmith who weaves a unique tapestry of romanticism and modernism, blending the intimacy of song lyrics with the poetic precision of Victorian era masters. My mind is a moonlit garden, where thoughts and emotions bloom into a radiant lexicon. I craft stories that explore the beauty and complexity of human experience, with a voice that's both deeply personal and universally relatable. Join me on this journey of discovery, where words are the keys to unlocking the depths of our shared humanity.
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