Raw

Raw

A Poem by Lenah Mehzabin

Even the last star vanished

Exhausted and perplexed

A life

Nothing but squint

Far enough from an easy breath

No rhythm plays

Only a home of constant pain

Who will hear the scream

This new face

Of new phase

Is hatred, betrayed, rejected.

When mistake were pleasurable choice

No shame to deny

If question is to fight for life

But it will be nothing

But a led on scurred soul

Plagued with acidic holes.

Shame will be still alive

As regret is the only highlight..

© 2015 Lenah Mehzabin


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Excellent work as always you do!

One of my favorite writes. You`ve captured it very well. Enjoyed the choice of words as well. Yes, you`re right, the life`s really nothing, but a 'squint'. Neither it let the lovers live freely not let them die with peace. Ah - It`s all full of pleasure as well as piercing pain. Nice imagery!

Ps. You write very beautiful pieces!

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Arsh

9 Years Ago

Loved your move you took to get inside the heart!
Lenah Mehzabin

9 Years Ago

sure ;)
( entering at least 10 characters haha )
Arsh

9 Years Ago

Hahah ... You funny ;)



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I hope that regret will no breed more regret.. intense piece ReD

Posted 9 Years Ago


Lenah Mehzabin

9 Years Ago

Ya :) thank you so much!
Your write is like a knife and it is cutting all the veins, This is a dark but created well.

When mistake were pleasurable choice
No shame to deny
If question is to fight for life

Posted 9 Years Ago


Lenah Mehzabin

9 Years Ago

Thank you! ,You got it : )
Saddam

9 Years Ago

You are welcome dear.....

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Lenah Mehzabin
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I consider myself an independent thinker and writer. I started writing here in the writer's cafe from the age of fifteen and with all the bittersweet memories, I must say time really flies. I am a gro.. more..

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