Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Awful Photographs

I am sitting
On a thing that I won’t bring
Outside the house
‘Cos here, it thrills my butt

And head bent
Slightly, over this-
Un-varnished table
Faded by time

I’m no-where, just here
For hours, imitating days
Facing what I must-
This fear of mine

But, if you
See me, talking happily
And with no fear
Then you’ll see not

The pen, flowing
With deep sadness, for
I’ve released-
These awful photographs

Of pain that caused
My tears, without warnings
To fall, ‘cos you know
The sun went up

Upon me and I feel, doubtless
I can survive- the next
Heartache of this so called life

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