Listen closely to the things I say
Listen how I emphasise
those words carefully
watch how it bends and curls
stressing each and every syllable
so you could understand me clearly
you listened closely to the things I say
but never did you believe in my words
'Taste of your own medicine?'
I lined out each and every
pill in such copacetic
consuming every last pill that's left
and as I waited for my time to come
the eerie feeling of vines slowly
climbing up my throat
as if there's something or someone
longing for freedom
soul's screaming in agony
while the sound of the beating heart
slows bit by bit
his soul stopped screaming
and free at last.
N.I
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Dead Poets
Poetry"Poets are among the damned, cursed to commiserate over their loss, to reach with outstretched hands-" -Lang Leav
