The Poet

Obsess me with anything.

don't leave me to grieve.

for what has been done.

don't leave me to write,

My story.

For this world is a stage of drama,

No characters fake,scenes unscripted.

Audienced by everyone but you.

Cry with tears,they call you weak!

Do it with words, they'll call u poet.

I'm not ruined yet,

Its still not over!

I still write little lame,

My life isn't a full game,yet.

I'll burn my past to ashes,

I won't acknowledge clashes,

Its Darkest before dawn,

My morning is on its way,

Trapped in the shadow.

Lost in the echoes.

I'll wait for it,

I won't cry.Because,

Cry with tears,they call you weak!

Do it with words, they'll call u poet

I swear,

Nothing else matters but you,

You are the crux.

But,Its not just you

I'm moving away, from  all

close to me!

Surrender yourself to me! 

It Hardly matters now

Strangers acknowledge me better now,

acquaintances don't intrest me.

Ask me to fight,I'll battle to loose!

Cry with tears,they call you weak!

Do it with words, they'll call u poet

I'm in a long sleep.

wake me up!

oh wait! let me dream.

I'm bemused. Why endure?

Why loose hope? Either!

Let this canvass go on,

Let this pen carry on.

Cry with tears,they call you weak!

Do it with words, they'll call u poet

I'm a poet I guess.