Let me tell you this
Sometimes
with even me
my words fall.
I weave words
that's the only thing i can do right
may be.
but given to the
TREATMENT
i get
words fall
they fall down
into some dark pit
and i cry
not because of your
TREATMENT
but because
words are all i have
and you make them fall
into places
even i can't fetch them back from.
my feeble hands tremble
at the sight.
words.
words.
words.
i cry to see them
falling.
i love nothing better than
i love words
and then you
make them fall
into darkness.
pity.
Not a poem, not a haiku, not anything structured. Just an out burst!
A write-up for Sunday Scribblings - Treatment
