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They leave me exhausted, these things,
they are not even elusive. Just plain drab.
They do not inspire me. They send me no messages,
from the remote corners of my soul.
They tell me nothing.
They leave me exhausted, these things,
they are not even elusive. Just plain drab.
They do not inspire me. They send me no messages,
from the remote corners of my soul.
They tell me nothing.
2
They sit there, all day, making me think of
my boundaries and remind me of things
I do not understand.
3
I try to give up, and even that
they do not allow.
My fatigue has the texture,
of a day gone bad.
4
They smell like missing something,
that was not even there. It did not exist.
And they make this existence an uncertainty,
and then a nightmare.
7 comments:
I know the feeling.
Sometimes it's irritating and sometimes they leave you hanging from a cliff.
Drat
and hey!
nice poem, this one, by the way
Fingers~ Thanks!
gosh so know the feeling nice kavita
megha~Thanks :)
good one.. m happy i understood this one.. :)
sangeeta~Thanks lady :)
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