FROM BEAUTIFUL COLOURFUL DAYLIGHT
TO THE DEAD OF NIGHT ,
I COULD BARELY DO ANYTHING BUT
BROWN STUDY,
HOLDING MY PEN TIGHT
KEEPING THE WHOLE WORLD ASIDE,
FROM CHEWING THE PEN'S END
TO CONTINUING CANCELLING THE LINES,
COULD MAKE ME DO NOTHING BUT
WORRYING, "WHAT'S NEXT?"
I COULD ALL ANSWER MYSELF WAS 'WORDS',
'PEACE' , ' BELIEVE' ;
'WORDS ' TO PLAY,
'PEACE' TO STAY ,
' BELIEVE' TO NOT GROW GREY.
YOU ARE READING
WHAT IF I COULD JUST WRITE .
Poetry"Laugh harder at the place where you have cried the most",
