Post #5059

There's a twitching pain in my chest, Am I supposed to act out or wait, Tell them this ache is of my heart twisting, Not a miraculous twist of faith. I mourned over my ungrateful life, They consoled and said you write your own fate, I took a pen and paper and sat down alone, Writing happy stories of love and no hate. I never wrote what I'm getting, I need to know who read what I wrote down that night. I'll tell him maybe he has got the wrong stories, Mine had only peace and no fight. I'm roaming like a lost traveler in the woods, Who knows where he wants to go, Walks with hope and determination, But every land mark has a wrong way to show. I'm crying my eyes out yet laughing, I'm lost and waited to be found, I'll stay dark and dead inside, But will spread a life around. Have a little life of me and smile, Show my mourning heart your glee, So when I sleep at night drenching in tears, I hope there's someone tomorrow waiting for me. #poetry #maans #review @IWRITESOMTIMES