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Feb 2014
I am not me anymore
Lost myself through a black door
My soul and body now separate
Put them together, I am desperate

We two are poles apart
Day by day the life depart
I cry, day and night
To make everything right

Only the desolate heart, beating hard
Inner child has long being scarred
A dying repertoire of beautiful thoughts
Words are fighting to end the wars

The only thing that I see in me
A falling soldier in a ****** sea
The last breaths that I am taking now
The wounds I got, I wonder how

Where is the hope, where is the sign
Black smoke over the fallen reign
If it gets too painful to swallow
I pray, I die now in this rotten hallow

I am ready to see the other side
Not scared of what may preside
The hell I have seen in my blood
Drowned in my own tear’s flood

The scars will always reminds me
Many deaths through it would be
Hell and heaven both are here
I am the one who has to bear…
My dying passion....
agalwithwords
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