»
Archives
»
Dark Poetry #1
»
Murderers of Soul........
| Dark Poetry #1 |
|
Murderers of Soul........ |
|
|
Zunera Junior Member
since 2000-03-29
Posts 30Pakistan |
There are people all around me; Some are caring, Some are sharing, Some are fiends and Some are friends; There are people that are, filled with hope; There are people that, seem to be mope, But, there are people that are, there for you; those are the people with whom you share; with whom you love, for whom you care. You think that they are your life; They are your smile; they are your................... oh! everything. Everything you could think of, Maybe you like them, or may be you love them, May be you appriciate them, or may be you admire them. But actually you want them, want them to be yours, to be your eternal gift. They come in your life; They come in your dreams; They come in your dreams; They come to change you; Change you to a person you've never been before. They kill you; They kill your innocense; They kill your childness; They kill your immaturity; They kill everything. They want you to be a puppet; a puppet which is lifeless, with no tears, with no smile; you are nothing but induldged, induldged deeper and deeper and deeper; The flash of their material love catches you and captures your picture and carves it into the film of life, A film; that is for once, which cannot be devloped, whose negatives are with God; You are paralyzed. You think of them, your thoughts are for them, your feelings are for them, you are caught by them. They don't understand, They don't care, They don't feel what they should, They take you for granted, You call them, You want to share with them. You want to talk to them, but their love forbades you. You don't want to hurt them, and want to spend rest of your life with them; It is only an illusion, It is mere a confusion, Slowly and gradually time passes on, it marches on; You want to stop it and fail, You want to fill your life with their colors, But, Your tears are finished, and you no more can color your picture. The picture that means alot to you, maybe its your life. These people paralyze you, and suddenly disappear. You are alone, alone in the hot desert of illusions, alone with your broken heart, alone with your bleeding feelings, alone with your poisoned dreams, alone with your cruel self, alone with your painful memories, alone with your injected past, alone with your amuned present, alone with your dark future, alone with your dead body, alone with your murdered hopes, alone with your buried wishes, alone with your disabled wings, alone with your visionless eyes, alone with a dead lifeless creature, a creature, you are not able to recognize, you can see it, you feel it, and you are still confuse, you want to cry, you want to scream, but then you dream, it was your dead soul, that you lived with, played with, enjoyed with; and then, You come to know, those were the Murderers of your Soul, But, Alas! you are Dead. |
||
| © Copyright 2000 Zunera - All Rights Reserved | |||
|
AVANTI Senior Member
since 2000-02-02
Posts 664INDIA/MAHARASHTRA/PUNE |
true...zunera... when you find out the mursers of your sould...its too late... beautiful poem... bitter truth... but you always have yourself and hope and belief...so you'll get there... If all was light...then I would have never learnt the dark...from which such truth evolves from which evolves the light... Avanti Rao |
||
|
Joel the wolf Senior Member
since 2000-04-06
Posts 1333Angels Camp |
How true. That's all I can say. Joel. |
||
|
Hope, tears, and renewal Member
since 2000-03-27
Posts 74 |
Yes, so true, so painfully true. |
||
|
dhuron Member
since 2000-03-19
Posts 476 |
Wow, this one put into words what I have been through recently. Very true, you don't see it till it is too late and forever you ask yourself why? |
||
|
|
⇧ top of page ⇧ |
|
| All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. | ||
