Writer's Path

Death is upon us, the wicked man foretold

Hearing those words but not listening

Put a smile on my face, after going back

and forth, life then death and life.

Here wear sorrow and pain

Here where memories in lane

Here, bare in my fare way

The place I've chosen to stay.

Clear the road I'm going "Trembling?"

I'm going behind my back were going,

Lean on my back we're climbing,

Check the pack they're waiting.

Not fading, always watching, still ignoring,

Sounds hearing but not listening,

Yet thinking, Never tempting, Never was,

Never will and Never ever will be.

Attracting? some may be in physical but,

Not emotional and spiritual.

Yes! the light is more brighter than before,

I can see a little bit clearer. "A little bit?",

It's not for me yet to see the whole clearer ,

picture. Sunflower still grows in night.

It's a fool world, everybody's a midnight

avenue street, searching for reason

searching to have reason, a reason to have

Purpose. Why would I? follow the system.

Why would I? No, I'm already happy.

Happy enough to cry, no worry about me.

Sad fall, being part of a whole new world,

I created just to watch you fall in the depth

of unknown unmeasurable length of passing

time. It's a trap, no fuss, don't panic, just

sleep hard, even I don't really know writing

was one way I could tell the world or Express

my interior world but dead man tell no tales

only on Fairytale.

Written: jan 19, 2019

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