Category : Poems

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What I feel, is surreal
Doesn't breathe, or believe
In a trance, without a glance
In a bid to survive, in a world of a lie.

To stay alive is a choice
Such an option that once,
Once for all time disgraced and dejected
Afraid and continuously subjected

I carry this stake in my hands
And shudder at this life of mine,
To bear and to push with all power
Is more than enough to cower.

To stand on my feet is embracing
But this colour red is all that appears;
Watching others and wanting to fear
This choice that was made to bear,

Hold hands, make all better
Succeed in all weather,
Such amusement - in reality it's a question,
How to hold hands? How to be better?

I bow out from existence,
To my creator I give thanks
Of the memories, intertwined
The Good, the Bad and the scores of the sad.

It's remarkable but still,
That this heart silently labours,
It bleeds in agony despite many favours -
Lamenting and desperate to heal.

The cuts deepen with sighs from the past,
The present is bleak despite eagerness to change
But lingering whispers stand in unison,
To condemn this being with pure belief.

Drown out sorrow, drown out tears
Drown out doubt & drown out fears,
Let the record display the good intentions,
And remove the distressing; the heart mentions.