Art

Tossing and turning in the bed

Looked at the ticking clock 

Its 3am..the whole world peacefully asleep

Sleep too is furious with me

I already knew life gave a cold shoulder

What remains at this hour 

Me and my melancholy 

Too drained to shed a tear 

What is that I truly fear?

Thoughts racing faster than light

Emotions refusing to falter

Staring at the perrenial void

I gave up on the comfort of sleep

Eyes now wide open

I put on the bedside lamp

Picking up the pen

And just like the river flows

Words started to flow

Stirring the forlorn soul 

If you were to believe me 

I wept wailed and not shed a tear

Divine Catharsis!

I called it my first poem

A piece of Art ? 

Was it an illusion? Imagery?

My own words moved me 

From reality to imagination 

Humble pen was a new beginning

As dawn cracked a new me dawned 

Words..Flowers.. Music..Rain..poems.

Stories.. Paintings..Rainbow..Eyes..smiles 

Undulating and infusing Love 

Art it was! Care about artist??

Art an insanity which kept me sane!

I read my poems today

I have finally arrived

Words can be solace

Poems my haven