It was dark
and darker it went
and shades of life
came in slides
it raised curtains
stains and soaps it gave
still
it hasn't end
I am waiting
for life
to close its chapter
but the lessons
seems
are still pending
One more attempt
to take my life
ended in
life's one more chance
to wake me up
for new tomorrow
What shall it bring
for I have lost
all hopes
I am living
yet inside
a part of me
has lost its soul
I will live
perhaps to die again
and I shall win
one day
I will quit this game
All attempts then
shall prove futile
but till then
hope I fight
But for now
this pain shall remind
of the deeper scar
that pierced me
mercilessly
and life
who kept me alive
strangely
Whose attempt shall
prove fruitful
that remains
a mystery
PS : So, if you have read this poem kudos, for this was nothing more than a rambling. Trying to get back my thoughts. You see, a failed suicide attempt yesterday, so obviously my mind is yet to get back to this world. No comfort, no words of solace please. I am alive, and if you are caring enough to know how I am, the wound shall heal. So thanks.
and darker it went
and shades of life
came in slides
it raised curtains
stains and soaps it gave
still
it hasn't end
I am waiting
for life
to close its chapter
but the lessons
seems
are still pending
One more attempt
to take my life
ended in
life's one more chance
to wake me up
for new tomorrow
What shall it bring
for I have lost
all hopes
I am living
yet inside
a part of me
has lost its soul
I will live
perhaps to die again
and I shall win
one day
I will quit this game
All attempts then
shall prove futile
but till then
hope I fight
But for now
this pain shall remind
of the deeper scar
that pierced me
mercilessly
and life
who kept me alive
strangely
Whose attempt shall
prove fruitful
that remains
a mystery
PS : So, if you have read this poem kudos, for this was nothing more than a rambling. Trying to get back my thoughts. You see, a failed suicide attempt yesterday, so obviously my mind is yet to get back to this world. No comfort, no words of solace please. I am alive, and if you are caring enough to know how I am, the wound shall heal. So thanks.
Thomas Edison described his more then 900 unsuccessful attempts of making bulbs as the discovery of 900 ways that cant produce an electric bulb..what an obsession!
ReplyDeleteMs C,
ReplyDeleteI thought you had much stronger will power and fighting spirit. Come on, stop being such a spineless girl. Take on odds as those come in life and WIN. We are with you.
Take care
Err.... whatever it is i hope u vil get over it... Isn't it in moments of pain, that the best comes out...
ReplyDeleteThe poem was still good
****I am waiting for life to close its chapter but the lessons seems are still pending ****