Why Write?
People write about lost
They write about love
I write for a reason to live
The words that express my color of life
The beginning starts from a blank paper
I express myself from inside and out
My heart bleeds from my pen
As my soul pleads for a reason
Today, the skies turn gray
The color that I see with in me
My soul that is suffocating from these chains
These chains I call, LIFE
I walk to my desk
A blank white paper
I took a moment
Why write…
The moment of life where you seek a reason
A reason for everything in life
To be free from these chains that ties me down
The weight that gets heavier as i choose a different path
My fingers touch the pen
Looking for a reason
I began with a blank white paper
I end it with words that deeply reflects my inner self
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