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Apr 2019
I am a bad liar
Emerging from a fire
With a rage of thunder
My head buried under
Like a loaf in a pan
The gist of an angry man
From the cloud of fools
Where no one rules
Why the mentalation
A feel of hesitation
Here sitting lone
Shivers through my bone
Carrying burden of the past
My sleep comes last
Whom am I fooling
There's a force that's pulling
Into the abyss noon
Thought of death so soon
Yet, I breath again
With the same pain
Living, counting my days
As my head lays
Towards the sky
But then...
It all seems a lie

©sim
Spilling imagination
Seema
Written by
Seema  38/F/Fiji Islands
(38/F/Fiji Islands)   
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