I am just fighting with the words.
I have so much to say.
But every time, I tried to convince myself.
They are already gone.
Every time, I am afraid.
Afraid of losing control.
I see what will happen next.
And start running away.
I am just fighting with the words.
That comes through my head.
I pull them out with every finger stroke.
But then the moment ends, and I'm lost.
My doubts haven't gone.
Every time I ask for a check-up, not to lose me.
Every time, I can't click the button.
The button that makes me feel alive.
I am just fighting with the words.
To say what I have to say.
But every time I see my dream flying away.
The dream of greatness.
The dream of understanding.
The dream of value.
The dream of art.
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Facets Faces
PoetryTrue art comes from your inner self. This collection of modern poetry contains truth, fiction, emotions, and all of the beauty we forget to notice around us. You will find older poems that you will probably know from my Poetry Collection but also pl...
