WORRY

Aviksha

I AM BREATHING BUT NOT LIVING

IAM ON BEDBUT NOT SLEEPING

COZ,I FELL DOWN NEVER TO RISE UP AGAIN

LIVING JUST TO SEE WHEN MY BODY WILL BETRAY

AND I WILL TURN INTO A PET ASTRAY

 

MY EXISTENCE WILL BE DENIED

MY BEING WILL BE ESTRANGED

GIFTING ME A CURSE FOR ALL THE ETERNITY

TO BE IN THE ALTAR OF CHAINS

(BUT THAT TOO WOULD BE MY FORTUNE)

 

MY VOICE WILL END UP IN MY LUNGS

AND MY WORDS IN MY FINGERS TIPS

JUST TO REACH YOU:THROUGH MY EYES

"COZ MY LEGS WON'T MOVE

AND MY HANDS WON'T STRETCH

 

FOR MY LOVE FOR YOU TO BE EXPRESSED

BUT THAT'S NOT MY WORRY

IT NEVER WAS

IT WAS ALWAYS ABOUT YOU

'COZ YOU  ARE DYING EVERYDAY

 

THAT'S WHY I FORGET BREATHING

SURRENDER MYSELF TO MY FATE

NOT FOR HOW HELPLESS I AM

NOT FOR THE LIMBS THAT DON'T MOVE

BUT BEACAUSE I AM YOUR WORRY...................

                                                                        WROTE BY;AVIKSHA

  • Author: aviksha (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 14th, 2010 00:09
  • Category: Forgiveness
  • Views: 36
  • Users favorite of this poem: Cheeky Missy
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  • Cheeky Missy

    It is so hopeless and yet so sweet....bittersweet. If it is forgiveness, then won't your beloved forgive, and is it so hopeless....he is dying? Oh how I wish it might end rather happily. Let forgiveness be the balm that restores life, eh?

    • Aviksha

      ACTUALLY, IT IS WRITTEN WHEN I HAD A BREAK UP FOR THE FIRST TIME.NOW,I HAVE BEEN FREE OF ALL THOSE FEELING SO I AM READY TO BE IN RELATIONSHIP.
      THANKS FOR UR COMMENT.

      • Cheeky Missy

        Okay, cool. Breaking up is hard to do....unless your feelings cooled or you foolishly lost your temper. And I'll also add that I prefer as much as possible to try to remember all my former "flames" with the sweet forgiveness that softens whatever made the rift acceptable.
        Anyway, I like your poem, for the sweet touch forgiveness lent to it.



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