When I roll back for the blue sea,
Stuck but not yet dead.
Always seeking to scream out,
Reminds me of the thoughts of head.
What is pulling it always,
Trying to be in motility.
Silence of the fire,
Upset with the mortality.
No sign of chase for life,
Far from the end of vein.
Numb from the core,
Nothing can help not even the rain.
Bored of being helpless,
Being in the pain.
It speaks the very truth,
It's better to be the pain.
Stuck but not yet dead.
Always seeking to scream out,
Reminds me of the thoughts of head.
What is pulling it always,
Trying to be in motility.
Silence of the fire,
Upset with the mortality.
No sign of chase for life,
Far from the end of vein.
Numb from the core,
Nothing can help not even the rain.
Bored of being helpless,
Being in the pain.
It speaks the very truth,
It's better to be the pain.
5 comments:
I can understand your feelings as I also in that stage but can't do anything..
You rocked you rocks and you will rock
mast poem pkc...feels heart wrenching
thanku ritu
umm..some how feels like a vampire talking abt his feelings here..but also its very raw...i like it..!!
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