by Unknown
Jun 2013 286 Views 2 comments
One of those turns
A fully weaved dream
becomes complete,
i commit suicide, not life.
I hear strings producing a sad sound,
a tragic play,
the lead role claims death.
Is there color when u wake in pain?
Behind that charge of lament,
you will not remember me.
And it is there
you find yourself in a chair
clinging to your fears.
becomes complete,
i commit suicide, not life.
I hear strings producing a sad sound,
a tragic play,
the lead role claims death.
Is there color when u wake in pain?
Behind that charge of lament,
you will not remember me.
And it is there
you find yourself in a chair
clinging to your fears.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jun 2013
About this poem:
i think this is about rejection. the words just came out on paper. sometimes, emotional pain is just ugly.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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