I feel like a phantom of my own mind,
am i crazy, why i am always just fine ?
loving the ache life carves in me.
as if i was made from it.
the pain is my destiny
A gift to shape words that cut and heal.
Endless games, endless wounds,
Yet, i write when sorrow calls
maybe it's just the power god gave me
to understand the feel of passerby
And write it down with ink and pen
pain is the ink, faith is the fire,
only then do my words find breath.
Otherwisee, i am hollow
nothing but silence
nothing but a body without any sorrow
if i cry, my tears becone my pen
And my life, a poem unraveling.
Every whisper in my heart-
A verse, a poem.
incarnation of the preception ,emotion
i feel the pain, the anger,
the love, the lost
It shatters, then mends
For pain is power
power is my sheild.
