No matter where I go
Melancholiness will still be akin to me.
Putting unanticipated Obstacles
To watch me combust, not letting me flee.
Tell me there's still hope waiting for me
Because I see glimmer of Light.
It starts to fade away
What if it perished tonight ?
Will you start gossiping
And tell them that I died of aching heart ?
What about the days where I fought to stay alive
Why can't this be the masterpiece of art ?
I left the canvas empty
Because that's how I really feel.
Tell them that I died of voidness
And they'll whisper "It's not a big deal."
-N.H
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Beyond The Thoughts
Poetry[Completed] "We all have stories, some will tell, some will hide and some will just pour it all in a poem"
