Dear Poem, Listen to me. Listen to my thoughts, repeatedly- Until they find a way to reach you. Believe me they are alive, when they speak of you. Be my strength that can, condemn my weakness. You are the voice, that echoes in every dark hallway, in every empty street, and in all the vacant squares of my hollow heartbeat. You fill that void inside me, that no man could ever complete. You are healing me; healing a broken heart, painting my b&w life with all the colours of rainbow. You are the oxygen I need to survive. Be my ventilator, if I ever go down in life; I would embrace death happily, with you by my side. *** Note from the author- With every new thought, a poem can be formed. It’s beautiful to think how our mind works, the way we have the ability to fantasise, romanticise and dream about almost everything and much more beyond than everything that we can ever think of. As this is my first post I have a quite satisfying view over this poem which I tried back in April, and I present to you here, one poem from my poem collection. I composed this poem as a response to a day of Na/GloPoWriMo 2023. Check out in my blog! Hope you enjoyed:)) https://thelearnerin.wordpress.com/2023/04/12/dear-poem/