expression

a thousand thoughts running on my head
and those thoughts are laid
on a piece of paper but left unsaid
burning that piece of paper on ashtray's gate
believing that fate
will erase
those feelings and make 'em gone
for good cause those feelinga have no home
not a single place to go, not a single place to come
from and not a single place to stay, i'm done
trying to speak my thoughts
done trying to express the battles i've fought
from my mouth so i write
'em in a paper, that fight
for my attention knowing
that they'd be left unread and are going
to be ignored for the rest
of eternity but those words will stay in my head
i'd want to read them
i'd want to spread them
so i write them and copy them and write again
even though i have nothing to gain
except the relief
from the grief
that i can't express
-yakaa: jujaa
(the reason why i started this blog)