So They Say
They say poetry is a release
Then that poetry is an escape
For me, poetry is my peace
I write about abnormal situations
About nature, love
And temptations
But when reality seeps into my writes
There's something wrong
I'm ill at ease with disturbed nights
Dreams punctured by the materialistic world
Wounded my poems
Letting the pain unfurl
That's when you need to worry
Because I am not okay
And these tears stream out as if in a hurry
Once my escape no longer holds peace
I walk through my days dreadfully
Never to have the sorrow cease
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