Random Writings

Scribbled at midnight, symbolic of no light,

No safe place to hide in this fight,

No one to know the plight, no one to show what's right,

It's a sea where you're stranded and of an island, there's no sight,

Enough rhyming, let's find the silver lining,

To this really loud thundering cloud,

It's a scary fate, I don't see anything shining,

Maybe it's too late, not something that makes me proud,

My writing skills are going stale, it's a short but boring tale,

It's surprising how I used to be a shark, that scared off even a killer whale,

From writing about the struggles of a kid to the struggles of a mature male,

I gave out a message, I vented in rhymes, it's a skill that's not for sale,

But I thought it helped, writing down every last thought,

But now I look back and see, what was it for which I fought?

My past haunting me? The breaking of a sacred knot?

I don't even know what it could be, should I think about it? I think not,

Why do I not keep these with me? Why do I manifest my pain?

Well, it does not pain I wanna show you, it's a skill,

A skill that could clean the most stubborn stain,

A skill that could heal, help, but also kill,

I know the poem is absolutely crazy but here it goes,

I don't care what people think, why am I like this you ask?

Well, my answer is "No one knows",

Getting to know is more than a task,

I don't know why I'm writing still, but continue this? I sure will,

It's like an entertainment mill, a happiness pill,

Poetry is a part of me and if you're not smart, the next line's sense would be nil,

It's such a part of me that if I'm a duck or a wallet, it'd be my bill