Lacerations
15 January, 2006
Author: Mukhthar
Stab me when I'm down,
Kick me when I'm bound,
Shoot me when I've been banished,
But don't curse me when I'm gone.
Thanks for the enraged hackers,
That slash my back with daggers,
To the haters that you incite,
My gratitude would hardly matter.
Your world despices cheap dirt,
By my worthlessness you're irked,
Rid me of my sanity,
There is nothing left to hurt.
Stripped of my dignity,esteem,
For your pardon I scream;
This utter desertion is fatal,
Depriving me of my dreams.
I breathe the myrrh you exhale,
Savour your leftovers stale;
Till this twisted soulfulness ends,
I'll cherish your beauteous face.
------- Author's Notes -------
I wrote this poem to let go of the sadness that seems to have frozen all joy in my life. |
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