an idiot with a pen …

In an attempt to escape grim problems in my former life

I find myself aiming to capture lightning in a bottle

Been facing the night afraid and alone,

Worried that I’m becoming the man I used to be,

In the heart of the night you can find me

At a lighted corner of an isolated room

I clench my teeth in the darkness

Releasing words in my brain

In between rogue sachets,

Scribbling in my rhyme book

Putting my poetic thoughts on a piece of paper

Trying to make the best of the night

With nothing but the hope of sharing my dilemma

With those who share my effort because I am an addict

This is the delight of an idiot

Addicted to writing

@smuchendu

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