What’s there to say when all has been said?
There’s always more to write till you’re dead
Endless is the expression of a human in paper
They ask you to stop, they might ask a favor
A blessing? A single worry to snatch pain
In the end, the words are written in vain
The silence of the night calms me, a smile
Combinations of the words I have in a pile
To make a poem and to express a thought
You don’t understand it, you haven’t fought
What is poetry to you? Some combinations?
Random files or meaningful organizations?
To us, neither. The words matter not!
It is the thought that springs on spot!
Once the moment is gone, it floats away
Thoughts are not emotions that can stay
Once you find it, you’ll know, your passion
Then you’ll know poetry in a lover’s fashion
– May 22nd, 2019