Struggle,
just a word
but not without many layers.
Struggle, something I face daily
lying on stained sheets
heavy smoke in the air
reeking of dipsomania
feelings bottled in.
They say talking helps
they say writing helps
but what do you do
when the words
don’t find a canvas anymore?
The lonely existence
cuts me off of the world
the overthinking patterns
multiply like snow in a snowball.
Yet, lucky was I
because that’s when it struck
I finally could let it all out
abusing the innocent sheets
better them than me
for my words are now immortalized.
I still overthink
I still make mistakes
but now I have something
which won’t let me
fall into that trap again.
I now have my inspiration
protecting me
like a subnivium.
Welcome back. I missed your poetries. š
Iām sure this catharsis will prove fruitful in the long run. Do well. š
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Thank you. š ā¤
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You’re most welcome, SG. š
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Glad you are back!!
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Thank you!!
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Glad to see you writing again š
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Thank you.
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