He's a dead man, no will, no joy
He suffered, he feels that pain of loneliness
He's dead, he's living a painful life
Even God can't help him, he's waiting
He waited for days, months,
Dead man has no will, he has to wait,
Because there's light at the end of the darkness.
He would rather die than suffering.
O' there's a dead man living in vain, no one understands him
"Cuffs of overthinking overtook him."
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Author:
Raghav Sharma (
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- Comment from author about the poem: this poem written by me is indeed my story completely, O' I'm a dead man living
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
"Then I will confess unto thee that thine own right hand can save thee."
He's queer
Don't bother me.
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