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I rather not shout,                      to provoke certain spirits                                In gain of my own                                                                                                                             Why should I dig more, when buried things are known Out there in the dark,                                            amongst the old monuments Find my name engraved,                                                        when you have lived your moments I, for thee was once a famous being,                                        now resting in pieces not in peace How could I, be happy                when I got locked out alive My beating heart wouldn't stop,   and my eyes lived to see                                                     Literally, suffocating myself, as the way out was none to find In this dark, pit of horror                                               even the sun, dares not to shine                                                                                          The culprit escaped, however,           by dumping me here, My conscious returned,        but no one could hear A pile of mud and heavy stones        carefully braced                                             My nails dug in deep and my breathing raced In a moment,                   all was freezed and gone                   My heart, my soul, my life......all TORN. ©sim
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Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 11:00 PM UTC
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I rather not shout,                      to provoke certain spirits                                In gain of my own                                                                                                                             Why should I dig more, when buried things are known Out there in the dark,                                            amongst the old monuments Find my name engraved,                                                        when you have lived your moments I, for thee was once a famous being,                                        now resting in pieces not in peace How could I, be happy                when I got locked out alive My beating heart wouldn't stop,   and my eyes lived to see                                                     Literally, suffocating myself, as the way out was none to find In this dark, pit of horror                                               even the sun, dares not to shine                                                                                          The culprit escaped, however,           by dumping me here, My conscious returned,        but no one could hear A pile of mud and heavy stones        carefully braced                                             My nails dug in deep and my breathing raced In a moment,                   all was freezed and gone                   My heart, my soul, my life......all TORN. ©sim
Fictional write, spilling imagination. My apologies for my poet friends for not posting much on here as for some situation. But I'll try reading most of your writes as I get time and will atleast post one poem daily.
#thoughts#emotions#feelings#life#torn#death#provoke
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41/F/Fiji Islands
Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 11:00 PM UTC
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