Drown The Pain, In a Still Greater Pain

Drown The Pain, In a Still Greater Pain

A Poem by Abhishekizy
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An insight into a hurt heart

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Feet stomping. Hey can you listen them on roll?
Their New Year Call. Electronics emerging, surging.
The laser falling on their tees, and submerging.
Wait yeah, I am installing happiness in me.
Look, its failing miserably. Let me stand here, or disappear.
Go walk to the party, nah let them not jeer.
Hear, the music, stilettos and those hot chicks.
Glass clinking, blinking. All drinking and sinking
Listen, drink one for me, and keep laughing.
Dance like forever and I’ll keep watching.

Those flashes don’t blind me anymore. I ignore,
The DJ, and the crowd roar. I keep staring away.
Stray, I want to cry loud, blow myself inside out.
But s**t, that’s not how these emotions are employed.
The codes of a loner, the ethics of the destroyed.
Hallucinating in every possible pain, so insane.
My feathers so burnt, ashes falling on my smoking flesh.
So fresh. I desire to die, hold on to my own death and cry.

How can you laugh at me, what makes me look so funny.
Honey, I’m not gonna lie, I failed and I don’t deny.
Or beg you to stay, go away. Look at those party lights.
Their glory, their brights and exotic drizzling heights.
Fly as you ever did, while blood in me drains, and rains.
Stains, till my worth fades, and my existence looks a scar.
Capture me while i laugh like something gone very wrong,
While I step on the edge, and rush down like a shooting star.

I am full of anger, and I am not pretending. Intending,
To walk off forever, wherever. With a knife in the soul,
Begging console. I’ve lost all my mind, I’m lost in the time.
I stare at the void of brilliant depression. Till I collide.
And burst into flames of dazzling sun and a millions of blames.
I dig up the earth and bury my name. And drown all my pain,
In a still greater pain……….

© 2016 Abhishekizy


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~ very intense... some of the lines are razor-sharp... (for me that is)... such as... "The codes of a loner, the ethics of the destroyed." and "I stare at the void of brilliant depression. Till I collide."... and the closing thought is powerfully poignant... ~ i dunno for certain if a lesser pain can be buried in a greater pain but i know that it's something i'll think about... and try and figure out if possible...

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Abhishekizy

8 Years Ago

Thank you Serah, well I stand by you when you say "A lesser pain, possibly cannot be buried in a gre.. read more
. serah .

8 Years Ago

~ ah... well... i'm still confused too much like the narrator of this piece... and you're very welco.. read more



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~ very intense... some of the lines are razor-sharp... (for me that is)... such as... "The codes of a loner, the ethics of the destroyed." and "I stare at the void of brilliant depression. Till I collide."... and the closing thought is powerfully poignant... ~ i dunno for certain if a lesser pain can be buried in a greater pain but i know that it's something i'll think about... and try and figure out if possible...

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Abhishekizy

8 Years Ago

Thank you Serah, well I stand by you when you say "A lesser pain, possibly cannot be buried in a gre.. read more
. serah .

8 Years Ago

~ ah... well... i'm still confused too much like the narrator of this piece... and you're very welco.. read more

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Added on October 19, 2016
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Tags: party, love, break-up, betrayal, suicide, loneliness, heart broken, emotions

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Abhishekizy
Abhishekizy

Chennai, Hot Baked Land, India



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Hello & Namaste, I'm Abhishek, I boring, geeky-clad, I.T Guy from India. Currently trying to stitch life through the maze of servers ( I told ya, my job is incredibly boring).... Well true.. more..

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