Shreya Ln Poet Rhyme

Story

If I could write a story 
And get lost in it forever 
Wouldn’t that be the day 
The day my worries would go away 

Oh we humans are so naive
Isn’t life but a story we write?
By ourselves; for ourselves
To live without stealth 

We complain and we whine 
Even though there is no line 
Between reality and story 
Because reality can be the story 

As days go by, we flip pages 
As choices are made, we run out of ink 
As sorrow is felt, a salty flood on the page
As fear is hoarded, shaky hands scribble words out of sync

We are not authors, yet we are 
Perhaps if we knew what we actually wanted 
Out of this story 
We would’ve found glory 

But is it over yet? I think not 
We still breathe; and think
With or without fiends
Carve or paint, no word is quaint

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Constance La France September 23, 2021 at 1:45 PM Shreya, wonderful writing, I enjoyed your poem very much ~ love and serenity _Constance Shreya Ln September 28, 2021 at 12:27 PM Thank you so much :)

Christuraj Alex September 23, 2021 at 12:38 AM Your poems are great in fluency and free-flowing words, rhythm, and lyricism. "As days go by, we flip pages As choices are made, we run out of ink As sorrow is felt, a salty flood on the page As fear is hoarded, shaky hands scribble words out of sync" - Very beautiful lines. Further, I take this opportunity to thank you for the chance you have given me to take part in your contest. I really enjoyed thinking about the subject and putting down my thoughts. Thank you very much. Shreya Ln September 28, 2021 at 12:28 PM Thank you very much Christuraj! I always enjoy reading your poems as well, be it for a contest or not.