I'm scared,afraid of what shall I become .
Will I be just a blot of ink or a blank sheet?
Or will destiny crown me with the joy of
transcending into a summertime story
etched out on several crisp sheets.
And carving a place in every soul I come across.
I wish for the latter to be true.
To be the legend of morrow, sans hails.
But filled with only one thought,
a single feeling,
the entity that sums up all as one,
and emerges from the gleaming riverbed
brimming in all hearts.
Love, a thing to be remembered by.
Rather a fond memory,
to be laughed with dear ones.
I prefer this familiarity
But my decisions may vary.
Even contradict me.
That story with all you ever needed,
may not be written down.
Maybe left unheard,overlooked.
I resent my desires eluding my pen
So I fear,I fear.
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PoetryHighest rank #40 These words are a part of me, my emotions. They take root from my innermost intuitions. Every poem is different and conveys the tune of my heart. This is my first shot at writing and I hope you find it worth your time spent. Pleas...
