I never say how I feel but poetry helps me explain it a bit better.


pain

Why oh why does day
Turn to night
Why oh why does my heart
Want to fight

It hurts so bad
The pain I cant shake
My heart is in pain
The torment I cant take

I've never felt this way before
And time makes it worse
It feels like my life
Is under a curse

What do I do
My mind feels under extortion
Why didn't my mother
Give me up
Why didn't she have
An abortion

My life is like a tall mountain
All I ask for is a drop
From the joy fountain.






Poetry by kaashif
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Written on 2007-08-02 at 09:34

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sabereh lotfian
Well, you know the pain is to make us improve our personality, it always has a hidden unknown treasure hidden inside. :) what do you think? It's a blacksmith that heats the Iron to make a better metallic pot, & you're a wonderful wordsmith. :-p I love your well-penned poem. :D

Your Friend,
Sabereh
2007-08-02