Wait...
Wait is all she said months ago
When she left me on the floor
Pulmonarily crippled for life
Happiness to see no more.
Wait is all I do, at my window
Crouching, staring at the moon
Smiling at its dark side
Crawling into my cocoon
Those who look see a wreck
Run over by the tanks of pain
Those who listen hear a scream
And silently pray for the insane
On machines now I survive
My body my eternal prison
Bound and labelled Lunatic
Love has poured its derision.
2 comments:
I wanted to write something like this too.
But I won't, 'cause you've done it so much better.
Raw, unadulterated emotion here. I love it.
Keep writing, Angad!
Brilliant work.
NO PLEASE WRITE 1
but thnx neway HUGE compliment
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