It creeps through your skin
And seeps through your veins
Like blood running out of your eyes
It burn holes in you soul
You want to cry, but there are no tears
You want to moan but your throat is choked
You want to run but your legs ain’t there no more
Like seeping death it crawls over you
And you see your clock tick
Minutes falling like yellow leaves in a spring
It hurts? Yes it does…….
But then you don’t care no more, Do you?
One last effort to scream
One last cry before your eyes close
But is it not too late already
The hour of forgiveness is long past……
In that last blur of a vision
In which I see what I called as life
It suddenly dawns on me, how things “Could” have been!
How life was meant to be lived
Chances I got and chances I lost
Agony is the last word…..darkness is reality……
3 comments:
The hour of forgiveness is never 'long past'...realization is the key! Wish your dreams...illusions....come true...
:))
hmmmmmmm, do I say anything at all?
Beautifully written.. very descriptive. I could actually feel the pain that the persone must have endured.
However, strangely, it is a very encouraging poem as it definitely will motivate ppl to live a better life without begrudging it.. Pehaps the fear of such an end will only help someone make a joy-ride out of life!
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