I don't find words to spill

The ink ain't dry but pen doesn't move

Thoughts are blocked awaiting a kick knock

But my fingers grown stubborn, they just don't wanna work

Rest provided, peace, safety and security

Atlast the itch troubled the sleeping bliss

Scribbling words, dropping and uneasy feeling

Trollling and tresspassing in restricted grounds

Penned, convicted, jailed and life long sentenced

Atlast my thoughts find words and captured in pen

Awaiting release from a judgement of execution

Deleted memories forever erased as if nothing existed

I hadd trouble sharing these emotions as words weren't ready to flow

Finally i raise my hands higher, so the fingers freeze

And stops spilling the beans of thoughts on this mighty screen


◄ Flight of fantasy!!

Exam fever!! ►


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