When there is no one who believes in you.
And all you do seems incomplete and shrewd.
When there is no hope in the creative fuels.
When a pen and a keypad is your only weapon against fools.
When every moment seems rehearsed and confused.
Its is then you’ll know, a poets anguish of silence bemused .
Mumble words of an artist inner blues.
Unsung songs with emotions unrealized.
Then you’ll know a sore cry
of unwritten words so trivialized.

by: jasmine aka beyondalleyes


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