It's 4:am, the visitors came,
Oh, these melancholic thoughts,
What to expect?
They make me feel bluish and
imperfect,
Pushing me down on my death bed.
Colossal tears running down my eyes,
I'm asking my self "should I do it
tonight?"
Whom to blame? myself or the devil
in disguise,
Life without love, is it worth to fight?
Driven by my seldom joy,
I can't see any hope insight,
Despite being comforted by my
pillow soaked in tears,
I can't sleep tonight.
The fear of getting hurt makes me
anxious,
Like the people getting feared from
darkness,
Carving it away by light,
Negetive thoughts often comes to
my mind,
"Should I kill myself tonight?"
~Milind Gautam
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Author:
Milind Gautam (
Offline) - Published: April 6th, 2022 02:25
- Category: Sad
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Comments3
well penned poet, despite the melancholy, its a beautiful reflection
on the different stages we undergo in our human evolution...enjoyed
Dahlia
Iām glad you enjoyed
Great job on this write, I feel your pain with the insomnia but the answer to your question is never 'yes' EVER. There's much to live for, you just gotta give it time.--Christina
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