15/3/2
I don’t know what I’m doing
I don’t know what I’ve done.
I don’t know what is true and not,
I don’t know what is what.
There’s nothing I can do ‘cause
There’s nothing in my hands,
But there’s something wrong,
Life goes on with no-matter-what
My heart goes through it too.
It gets slashed, smashed, cracked, thrashed,
Kicked, scratched, beaten and bashed
But it doesn’t break.
Obsession and love
Attachment and affection,
The monsters and causes
Of all heart infections,
Horrible, terrible
Unimaginable!
Life is bad, life is cruel!
Life is ruthless, love is rue!
I go through it, its real to me.
It may seem trivial but
It’s as bad as can be!
Not far away as love seems to be,
The glass I’m looking through
Is playing tricks on me.
Yearning as I am for it,
Despising it now I,
Rather than to live like this
Any day I’d die. But
There’s more to live for,
That’s what people say.
What? What? What is there?
Nothing for me, no way!
It’s bad, it’s sad,
It’s driving me mad!
Rubbish, nonsensical
Loves painful and illogical.
1 comment:
in all these old poems, my style is unspecific, verbose and there's too much of beating around the bush.
many times while typing them out, i was tempted to change and delete parts to suit my present style...but here it is...mostly unchanged(just commas and fullstops fixed)
that was the jan of the past
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