Poetry type-why do you write?
why do you ask, do you ask why you breathe…
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only words are there
no word matters
the word I write
with pen on paper
matters only there
you ask where,
I say, on paper!
it looks, selfish journey
to move pen against paper
with no dare and all care
it sounds like I use an axe to cut
the nerve only to bleed my hut
you ask why,
I say, it’s my flight!
in middle of those words and lines
I usually trap myself
only to struggle and become fragile
it’s not my passion to rhyme
it’s threads that I struggle to find
the thread that moves
here to there.
you ask, what,
I say, it’s my boat!
now I am standing alone
on last page, on last line
where the last word awaits
only to end the bleeding way
between you and I
you ask, am I fine
I say, I guess…
as I close the page
with choked throat and lips
some words fall out
oh! do they cry
when you read
along the way.
i told them
don’t worry
i won’t sell you
but i can’t help
i need to
cause
you ask,“why do you write!”
I don’t say anything
I think
it’s fine!
Amit way (c) 2022
