You looked familiar.
The way how tears
are forming in your eyes,
The way you hide it
through your smiles.
You are familiar!
You looked at me,
soaking with your tears-
Stares of pleading
to stop the bleeding,
I returned your stares as
I killed YOUr sufferings,
with blood in my hand,
I saw you smiling.
The images in this mirror
shows the foul play in my suicide,
because pain and darkness
stabbed me first,
before I do.
Am I familiar?
Yes. I'm your old self. Lying cold on the ground,
slowly losing consciousness after I hear the siren sound.
Published: March 31, 2022
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A Poet's Pad
PuisiEveryone has a chapter they don't read out and -she's there. Trapped in those torn pages and owned a pad of poems about life, shits and, dark shaded tales. Photos that being used in this work were not mine. A hundred fold of gratitudes and credits t...
