As the days go by,
The pain comes slower,
Stays linger,
Feels greater,
Like a never ending sensation.
People question you for your self pain bringing,
You simply smile and say it's for joy,
They look at you like your psycho.
You look forward to the future pain as your love shrieks please stop,
You tell them your fine,
You continue on and make a fine slice in your skin and smile as the scarlet liquid runs.
Yes the scarlet liquid that comes with pain,
Blood flowing,
Running down you,
You smile and then life vanishes.
Your done,
Now you are in a dirt grave.
A contest entry
- the lonely persons... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
400 points, ended July 9, 14 entries
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Ah..this is really very touching and very thoughtfully constructed life and its impacts as well..very strong and moving poetry..well said...
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