he thought it was gone
But it creeps up on him
Like a needling thorn
His throat constricts
Eyes flood over
His breath fails him
The pain the only power
Deeper he delves
Linking failures to each other
lost in the labyrinth
he struggles to holler
In the anguish he remembers
the times dat r past now
But try as he may, he cannot help
compare the present how
They say change governs existense
But we never question intent
what if it was never present
D intent dat is a granted clause?
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ReplyDeletekunju!
ReplyDeletegr8 post da.....
all of us go thru this stage wen things dont seem to be like in the past...or too simply put it as we want them too....
the 'Change' being drastic enuf to make us think of wether things were actually like we thought of them to b!
extreme insecurity..n y kunju?! :)
ReplyDeleteWoW...
ReplyDeletegood poem.. but a sad tone..
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@ workhard: d mood was such..hmm
ReplyDeletei read this again..and i can relate to it again..fr a different situation this time..
ReplyDeletehmm..waise is it being too narcissist commenting on ur own post? :P