A CRIME
my heart inside has died, splattering drops of red,
I live like I'm happy, but inside I'm dead.
I used to laugh, frolic around
Now you won't hear a sound.
I ask not for your love, not for your pity,
Someday soon I'll disappear from your city.
Carry on with life, though it holds no Joy,
I refuse to be your anything much less a toy,
So listen close, listen well
My heart isnt' something you could buy or sell,
What once was, never shall be
can't you see the difference with my soul set free?
Though i may smile, though I may grin,
I'm dead inside so i guess you win.
I'm miles away, states out of reach,
I feel you as though you were a leech,
Draining away my hope and dreams,
I wonder, can you still hear my screams?
I've wrote all this without truly thinking,
the words pouring out as though im in quicksand and sinking
they may not make sense, but i swear they are true,
Now its time i end my life, It's time that i was through.
Goodbye i say, one last time,
to end ones life is truly a crime....
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Comments
Zainab
A very pretty poem.To give all, with the return of, not some nor even none, is a travesty to a heart so opened to compassion and care. Although, to the world and another, who remains so cold, she’s left brokenhearted, with no way, means or motive, to crawl from the deeply endowed, shallow shell, she has reserved for herself, her only means of safe keeping her safe haven.Camouflaged feelings outside and away, from her inner true feelings of being lost, abandonment, betrayal and the lack of care and love, is the makeup of her profile now. From she, her surrendered heart, had been her ultimate release, expecting the same in return and with no strings, were there attached. For her it was an unconditional love which has turned now, into the will, that no longer wishes to live, but for he, it was a love with no meaning, without a foundation of substance, merely a companionship of exist together, though only in mind, no longer in heart. Now confined not by bars, but instead by the concealment of a broken heart....thus exist a crime within itself...leaving her but one obscured view, of only one way out…….Beautiful poem, one of my favorites...
Very good job,
Jim
Thankyou so much Jim, I really appreciate your words. I will surely will try to keep up with my writings.
love from India.