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Sweksha Karna Poem
DEAD DIARY
I was there, I was near,
watching her lying,
but still couldn’t help,
and saw her dying.
I was there, I was near,
with the heavy air all around,
living with it,
but fear was all I found.
I met my hate there,
and the lost humanity,
the hidden faith somewhere,
and the ugliest side of the society.
Everything going above my head,
there was nothing I understood at all,
in the dilemma of what to do,
and my heart started to fall.
I was still there, so near,
surrounded with guilt,
couldn’t forgive myself,
it was the worst thing I ever felt.
With eyes filled with tears,
I stabbed myself with a knife,
with the sorrow of losing her,
I gave up my life.
Now I’m here,
a pure soul,
resting with her in peace,
playing a clean role…
Now I’m here
sharing my history,
and smiling down at you…
Now I’m here,
revealing my mystery,
and writing down this story…
Now I’m here,
writing my “Dead diary…”
Copyright © Sweksha Karna | Year Posted 2014
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Details |
Sweksha Karna Poem
DEAD DIARY
I was there, I was near,
watching her lying,
but still couldn’t help,
and saw her dying.
I was there, I was near,
with the heavy air all around,
living with it,
but fear was all I found.
I met my hate there,
and the lost humanity,
the hidden faith somewhere,
and the ugliest side of the society.
Everything going above my head,
there was nothing I understood at all,
in the dilemma of what to do,
and my heart started to fall.
I was still there, so near,
surrounded with guilt,
couldn’t forgive myself,
it was the worst thing I ever felt.
With eyes filled with tears,
I stabbed myself with a knife,
with the sorrow of losing her,
I gave up my life.
Now I’m here,
a pure soul,
resting with her in peace,
playing a clean role…
Now I’m here
sharing my history,
and smiling down at you…
Now I’m here,
revealing my mystery,
and writing down this story…
Now I’m here,
writing my “Dead diary…”
Copyright © Sweksha Karna | Year Posted 2014
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