a prisoner <br /> of my own wish, <br /> for loneliness. <br /> my soul seperates <br /> to another world, <br /> when myraid thoughts, <br /> make entry, <br /> into my mind. <br /> spearing through <br /> in fast speed, <br /> an idea promptly <br /> developing, <br /> into a poem. <br /> <br /> at other times, <br /> all my thoughts, <br /> form into a knotted ball, <br /> and fall into, <br /> a dark abyss <br /> of blackness. <br /> <br /> but when i climb, <br /> the staircase of darkness <br /> suddenly a light reveals <br /> to show me, that <br /> i belong to another world <br /> and a new poem is born.<br /><br />ritty patnaik<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/birth-of-a-poem-6/
