Summer passing by
Birds are sing their songs
I am sitting on my bed
Taking a deep breath
Last night in my dream
I talked to you
It was real
But now I realize
Dreams float through my eyes
I am just a man
With faded heart and lung
I am just a man
Waiting for silent wicked death
Death is only friend I see
Only one to trust
This life was not enough
I hope there will be another
Without fear
I will live what I deserve
Maybe in heaven maybe in hell...
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Author:
Serhat Doğan (
Offline) - Published: September 17th, 2023 10:33
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
A poem of what we all feel. Doubt, despite pain and misery we wish for more but hopefully without the pain. Nicely done.
Thank you so much
It's sad to hear that death is your only friend.
I have friends but death is only true friend
Okay.
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