• hosadu 10w

    The words not spoken

    Millions of words that emerged in the mind
    I could not write everything for the way I mined
    Being introverted, hidden and stored
    Longed to clear up the feelings that stood behind
    To reach them where they belong.

    I couldn't handle the initial struggles
    While standing at crossroads of decisions
    The urge to take the path that's defined by others
    Is that a poetry, a fiction, or stories
    Do I yet again follow the well-known roads
    To manifest my dream with solitude and peace