Monday, January 19, 2009

All alone, Like everytime

Here iam, trying to speak in a rhyme

All alone again,

Trying to hide my pain

Trying to tell the story of "ME"

escaping from yestersay,

and scared of all the pain theres yet to be

The wind is blowing in my face making me feel like life is a race

People walkin by , all acting like they know,

But they dont have a clue about what I feel inside

and my broken pride

Life was Not

quite what I thought

Part of me wants to believe its worth living
But part of me is already dead

I have nothing more worth giving and im haning by a threade

and yet you all keep sayin: keep on hopeing , keep on believing

but right now its hard to even keep on breathing.

6 comments:

Pallagatti Adavappa First Grade College said...

congrats!
Your pen's getting sharper. This is definitely a better poem than all your previous ones. but the best is yet to be!!
If your poems are not imaginative feelings and reflect your inner self you need to be more optimistic. By the way, if your pride is hurt, dont shrink. It makes you mellow. Time heals everything.
well wisher.

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Anonymous said...

meskinnnnna ente

nimit said...

HEY WHOM SO EVER U R
UR THIS SAYIN REALLY TOUCHED MY HEART BUDDY

Lona said...

Tnx nimit ,,
I appreciate it,,