We are sad people
Guilty ones
I too did a sin
I killed a soul
I made an animal
I converted divine to anti.
This burden I bear
Is like rolling rock to the mountain peak
It comes down again
And I lift it.
It is all like a circle.
What noble deed what hymns can free me?
Perhaps inferno too can contain me.
Is it then limbo?
It isn't.
I'm doomed to be a vacant soul
With no peace
Lying dead in life and after life
Burdened. Guilty.
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"BitterSweet"-A collection of love poems
Poetry"I leaned over my table shedding tears, scribbling broken words. I realised how relieving it was. Then started my wordplay. I had a troubled heart, I had to let it all out. These pieces helped me to express. I hoped to reach him. I hoped he would kn...
