Words are all i have..

Some intense words,
Some indigo lines,
A beautiful talk,
By my bedside…



Beyond midnight
I think some more
While my sleep  entice me,
Standing at the door…



Mystified with the random surge..
I search for within me a sense,
I took up a simpler urge..
What is it that makes it so intense.. ?



As I turn back on life,
Unruly as it has been
Wheezing past in that time
are all the things I have seen..



I engrave and would do so,
Craving up my endeavor
My words for me are immortal
With them I shall live forever...

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