If Tragedy Could SpeakA Poem by apocalypse
Sitting alone, crying to yourself..
You've drenched your best shirt..with those perennial tears All pity's dried out.. your pain's just another rut Snap out of it girl.. that's the trazillionth time your hand's been cut Your stained self.. the sins you've claimed The spectres looming over.. that you've blamed Of haunting your supposed naiveté.. Into a crippled doom If tragedy could speak.. If glum would have it's rights I'm sure they'd make a plea.. Beg you.. to let them be Your calls for help.. a perfect salvation That much sought after warmth.. you could use The friends you play with.. against your will you say All that's "happening".. that you'd love to give away You're a poser.. you've had that spelt out Wash away that facade.. that shrieks of horror All that love that shouldered your outbursts Lays limp.. tired of your never ending rant.. a freak show of self-blame If tragedy could speak.. If tears could chose their path I'm sure they'd pick a different flow.. Than be the voice to your unspoken woe Those endless nights.. writing SOS notes to yourself Forcing the girl within.. to give up the hope she had So you'd not fall short.. of reasons to mourn So you could justify.. your petition to hell for letting you burn A sinner you are.. a sinner you've become For reasons other than you've struggled to achieve The hours you've lost.. blackened by your cries The faith you blew.. to ascertain all bliss dies If tragedy could speak.. If love could pick it's suicide.. I'm sure you'd win at last.. 'Coz you've finally conquered grim.. girl, you learn fast..! © 2009 apocalypseFeatured Review
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7 Reviews Added on December 29, 2009 Last Updated on December 29, 2009 Authorapocalypsejammu, IndiaAboutHaven't exactly figured out the "What i am" aspect of me. Self-introspection doesn't happen to be one my best talents. I am intrigued by the morose nuances of life, but that doesn't make me any less.. more..Writing
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