I once wrote, once wrote something , something like a poem
I wrote the thoughts that cluttered my mind,
and the voices without faces,
whom i could never find.
I once wrote something , something like a poem.
Tried but failed, to jot a few lines.
The irony in the face of my agony,
the state of my never ending dichotomy.
There was so much, so much to write;
So I once tried something, something like a poem.
Lost in the chaos.
was my identity.
Couldn’t hear the prophet,
speaking behind the voice of my stupidity.
So I once hoped, hoped something like a poem.
It would have all the rhyme in the world.
It could be written with a vibe that was bold.
It would have a flow, till the end.
A flow among the hideous atrocity.
So I once wrote something, wrote something like a poem