Accidental Epiphanies

Others indulge in unwavering poetic symphonies, I get accidentally epiphanic.


Words

In words I dwell,
its mystical urge that propels!
Words I breathe,
discover solace beneath.
Words I consume,
sans them, life would be doomed.
Words I disperse,
through skilful expressions and verse.
Words fill the void,
succouring as a constant guide.
Words unto my grave,
as I am thy eternal slave.

- Neha Sharma



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