Maybe this is my end
The end they've succumbed to see
The day I won't make any poems
The day my poems wont rhyme anymore
And so I'll bid my farewell
Before I even finish this
Before the words are being taken away
Before I even think twice to finish
And here onwards, there'll be no doubts
But to sign out in poetry
For every words were induced with pain
Every letters I formed were lame
And maybe this is my so-called end
For not being a poet anymore
I now suck at rhymes
The words are painful to endure
This would be my end
I now bid my goodbye
There'll be nothing to mend
But a tainted paper written with cries
YOU ARE READING
Unsaid Words
PoetryI shut it up and wrote it down These words that are hard to pronounce I count to three and keep it in me Until the words cut me badly I closed it up and threw it away The words I want to let out but couldn't say So I keep quiet and remained silent B...
