Darkness my old friendA Poem by Dipansh Girdhar
He couldn't put his pen to the paper
Not because he feared the famous barrier Every writer came to in their journey, But because he knew The moment he put to ink the scenarios that turned and twisted in his head Then the whispering voices would begin, The scratchings would resume, Demons would emerge from the shadows, And all hell would break loose. © 2017 Dipansh Girdhar |
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