When i are torn between your intuition and practicalities,

Not knowing whether to trust my hunches,

Or follow and believe what seems logical,

Unable to decide what’s true and what’s not,

Not wanting to lie, but forcefully compelled to,

To just not let any hell break loose,

 Controlling anger and tapping the adrenaline

That rushed so fast that it tore my veins,

When i step into a different world altogether,

More than discussing my problem or aggravating my temper,

I can better wet the paper with tears and

Spread the ink on it,

Coz nobody other than me can understand the gravity of the situation that disturbs me.............. 

The End

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