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Sep 2015
At night, when I close my eyes and try to relax
All the things I have done wrong come before my sight,
I feel suffocated and cry deep inside
"What  have  I  done  ?" , I shout
"Is  that  me  ?" , I doubt
I search for keys to unlock the doors of my mind,
But bad memories are all I find
This isn't how I thought it to be,
This isn't how I wanted myself to be
Sometimes, that's  not what we intend
But the cycle continues and the struggle never ends
Gul e Dawoodi
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Gul e Dawoodi  Pakistan
(Pakistan)   
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