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Oct 2017
Chuckles is all I hear
In my silent ears
Now I fear

The voices in my head
Spins like thread
Driving me mad

My fingers are numb
I stare like a dumb
Shaking my hand, biting my thumb

Why am I here?
Sitting alone with my tear
An empty glass, looks so clear

Stained hands, clothes torn
What have I done so wrong?
Was this the reason, I was born?

The screaming sirens seem near
Shall I get up when they are here?
What have I done? Why my mind is unclear?

I can't move, I feel stuck
Will it be too late or saved by luck
In this trashed car, hit by a truck

I don't wanna die yet
Remembering all the people I've met
I want to live, live and forget

Exhaustion peaks my eyes to close
I am dying, dying as my body is at lose
No pain, seems I am heavily dosed

I wish to live!
I wish to give!
I wish to achieve!
PLEASE!



©sim
Fiction write. Drive safe.
Seema
Written by
Seema  41/F/Fiji Islands
(41/F/Fiji Islands)   
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