I cannot write a poem,
Whenever an Idea pricks my mind,
I pick up my pen and paper and I write,
Words that would become memories,
lines that would become emotions, I write for a while.
Then overthinking, who's an old friend of mine, comes to play,
He gives me tons of ideas but then he sets my head on fire,
A rapid wildfire of thoughts emerges in my mind, consuming everything in its way,
My ideas collide with these thoughts and also get burnt away.
Now I am Silent on the outside but violent on the inside,
Then I somehow manage to escape this chaos, now it's time for my friend to go away.
Before leaving he drops my pen as I sit in dismay,
There was so much inside my mind but nothing I could say.


I cannot write a poem but I think about it a lot,
Especially when I am half asleep in the middle of the night,
The voice inside my head starts chanting a lovely poem,
I become excited enough to open my eyes,
But I am too drowsy to move my body,
I save these rhymes in my memory for the morning as I gently drift to sleep,
Hoping to share through my poem, a heartfelt story,
But when I open my eyes in the morning, my memory is blurry,
I regret not saving the lines,...