(Written on 08.06.98)
A stab in the heart
Tearing my soul apart
Wounds that will forever last
Realms on the ruins of my wishes will be cast
A rusting mind
Where once immense talent one could find
Endurance par excellence
Surrounding me with walls of pretense
A sad feeling
Living in fear of revealing
To keep then all locked up inside
To sleep with the terror beside
A Pandora’s box of emotions
Jittered by storms of commotions
All the pain turning to anger
Mentally struggling on the line of danger
A road without destination
Hope of good times, just an illusion
Not a word to anyone
As in solitude my tears run
I hear them talk of all they are bearing And I wonder what is true suffering?
About Me
- The Speaking Wood
- Welcome, to the humble abode of the Speaking Wood. I am not going to impart any wisdom, I am not going to tell you the best ways to live; what you should and should not do ...but if you rest here for a while, read what I write, and if it gives you strength, makes you smile, makes it easy, makes you feel lighter, gives you some clarity, helps you in any way; then I would have achieved my purpose. If what you read gives you a thought that is worthwhile, then do leave your footprints, so I know it did, thank you - The Speaking Wood!
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1 comments:
Yaar, these poems are awesome. Please do get them published. If you need help, let me know.
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