I stroll through figments of imagination
Empty and alone
I walk past different destinations
Purposeless and hopeless
I drive through crowded streets, seeking the unknown
not yet ready to go home
Silence that kills the living me
and sounds that mean no more.
Love feels like such a burden
Hate that drives me farther away
Fear that create new hurdles
Anger that pulse through my veins
An unknown light that I keep on following
A shadow I am trying to escape
I run to make it mean something
to seek the calm where I might lay
and my head is finally quiet
and it has no more left to say.
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i wrote part of it few weeks back and i hope the mumble jumble fits right in the words.. thank you..
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Sad Poems 2
PoetryI wasn't intending another Sad poems book but I find it hard to not feel the stories. I necessarily don't feel like that.