Still
The storms have left my life alone
As it is stormy enough
Every morning my brain is dead,
and my eyes have stopped their sparkling,
I wash the dirt off my face, but
The mirror refused to show it clean
The paths that the tears have traveled
Carved in with the scars,
Had given a new beginning to my day
As I watched my reflection for hours
And my shadow had faded...
The slowness of my death was invisible
The words that were me
Had become obsolete, as
I was a fool in search for serenity
My reasons had decayed and i wandered
Into the world, of the world;
Where there was no place for me
I was lost in the masquerade...
It was a patient numbness
That had engulfed my soul.
I spent my days and nights
Muffled under bedsheets,
so that the sun and the moon
Don't recognize me,
I embraced the dark
And purged my rowdy self in nothingness
I needed to sleep, I needed to cry
God help me, I'm wasted...
I cant feel the pain anymore
As i had given up, how to feel
The webs that had crossed on my lips
The stings that closed up on my eyes
I am free, when bound to die
So one last time, I ask myself
Am i me, or someone else?
I cant find me anymore
As its been ages, i was rested...
~~Thank You for the reviews and comments~~
Copyright © Iman Roy | Year Posted 2010
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