I was told today
I write well.
I dare not contradict
My life's meaning depends on it.
Graceless formless at
heart, heartless
Chaotic madness
And I call that creation
What are just screams
Of childish pain
Anguish to attain
Adulthood
In vain.
No I can't write
I can strew words
In streams of sub consciousness
Upon empty page
Greedy child
Emoting upon a stage
Lusting
For limelight.
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(c) Amrita Valan 2014
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