No Escape


Love for Arts


Sometimes I could not sleep

Words I want to speak

Creeping inside my head

The silence almost always dead

The need to write, always there

Words rushing everywhere

Into the walls I stare

Trapped again in this snare

Often not just a single thought

Randoms and puzzles were brought

By these words, begging to be out

Musings wanting to write about

But this is the kind of fate

That I do not want to escape

Prison cell, I will make

That I will never want to break

-k.

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