My Personal Diary/ My pages of Pain...A Poem by abhasI’m writing a million pages or more, Still it seems I haven’t spilt it all out, I’d prefer the blinding lights indoor, For outside I’m too afraid to shout, Different words come up and die again, Breaking the ice was never that easy, Many have walked above this weathered terrain, Hard to trap them in pages when they’re so greasy, The harder I try ... the sooner I fall, And wrath gets the better of me, I summon the beasts that eat my dreams overall, Rightfully break the chains of silence... and my thoughts feel free, I’ve laid down curses at His gate, Eating my body to free my soul, I cry to him to stop- he who writes my fate, Because I want to live in someone else’s role, Every page resounds and wants to revolt, Hypocrite as I am to seek glory by selling pain, The one’s who talk soft are the ones ice-cold, To blame predestination paradox for corpses being slain, I’m writing a million pages and I write one more, A vase of black roses falls to the floor, Another world awaits my visions ... I cannot ignore, I deny heavily that I feed this gore, The right to write, to tear my scars, to make them sore, These words don’t stop until I close my door, Sway my thoughts to virgin lands of another page they explore....© 2010 abhasFeatured Review
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