A Poison Like a Passion

A Poison Like a Passion

A Poem by Sirajudin Matin

The thought of her smile has corrupted these dreams,
What should be warmth is now burning cold,
The light that once saved you has now faded to black,
The cure to this poison lies at the bottom of a bottle,
But the bottle is empty, it laughs at your pain,
As the sweet taste of metal fills your mouth.

© 2011 Sirajudin Matin


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Added on July 25, 2011
Last Updated on July 27, 2011