Whispered poems screamed for help
'Cause howling in the dark seemed strange and unfeltIt shouted for life, as the fog ate its direction
As it grieved, a stranger that gave away familiarity came
And hummed to its downfallThe lamplight seem to converge
With the steady beat of sadness
In the poems plead
For guidanceBut, stranger and stranger did it distance away
From the compass it fled
And we knew the touch was far
But the poem thought it was long knownNights go by, and day arises
The poem with the stranger
Exchange glances to each other
Stars scatter away, and light brightens
The poem, each day, grew weaker
And weakerAnd the poem perished, and the whispers within it
The stranger did nothing, but walk away and chuckleThere're people who pretends to care, //k.u.
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When I Can't Do Anything Else
PoetryWhen I can't do anything else, I write poems. [Became #1 in Poetry a long time ago]