Condemned
drenched with shadowy pain, u shook and shivered; like a gazelle in the rainstorm, flooded by the river, of your bleeding heart; u waited on me...
rain from u'r clouded mind, washed away my words. my conscience - the seeds of wisdom, pecked at, by birds of moronic absurdity. alas! i spectated..
this pillory of my wounded fate, this inactivity of my futile self, may this be concealed pray! may this be preserved, for my eternal remorse
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 Posted by Awsiv in Poetry on September 17th, 2007 |
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September 21st, 2007 at 11:11 pm
This is a proud world of GOD where Indemnity is not a solution
Remorseful as you are must confer upon HIM to get a boon
Bleeding heart of yours shall be healed by HIS Providence
Relax, tune, and wait, for HE is there to pacify you
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September 25th, 2007 at 3:57 am
the pillory of wounded fate,
the inactivity of futile self…
the eternal remorse ..
Biswa, nice poem, a poem full of pain and agony.
I wish there ain’t any adversity of yours to remorse eternally. Keep on writing.
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