EARNEST LIES

[1] Everything I ever get haunted is ,

If I haven`t written enough.

[2] I tasted freedom in the utter and most desperate urge to be dead.

[3] I graduated this year ,

to abandon the feeling of constantly trying to fit at an institution,

I could dream of burning with open eyes ,

And could most possibly laugh at this mishap .

[4] I do have friends ,

But we meet occasionally, or annually or never!

[5] I wish I was not a poet ,

But what could I expect ?

With the unending longing for fulfillment would take me to,

If not to my grave .

[6] let me tell you the greatest truths of my life ,

I might die, if I won`t write, instantly ,

A dozen more poetries for you , impatiently,

Apparently.

~ Leeza

THE POET OF DEATH