I may just say,
What has already been told.
But my voice will be different,
Newer words construed,
Together in a different weave.
'Cause my voice is one,
And only.
It may not be what you want to listen,
It may not be what you thought you would listen,
But it will be,
Unique.
And a lone
In the world of knit voices
Hanging in threads
Of ideas.
'Cause it will be my thought,
In my own words,
In my very own,
Voice.
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ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoetryAin't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile...