a poem
It blows in the air,
A lone face stands out in the fair.
It does not like its existence
Life has been nothing but a sarcastic scorn,
He curses the day he was born.
That's the black rose,
Got an addiction for overdose
Of pain
Everything's lost, nothing to gain.
"Bloody God", he says,
"Nothing is true",
Everything isn't what it appears to be
Nowhere to go to,
Black, cos' circumstances made him so.
Lost all hope
No one understood his love,
Betrayed and fooled by everyone he believed,
How long can he cope?
He loves no fun,
Somewhere in between lost his laughter,
Now he stands on the ledge,
Needs just one step further.
Dreams Broken, Hopes Shattered.
Vivek Chakraverty
Poetry by vivek chakraverty
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Written on 2008-07-09 at 14:00
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black rose
Black RoseIt blows in the air,
A lone face stands out in the fair.
It does not like its existence
Life has been nothing but a sarcastic scorn,
He curses the day he was born.
That's the black rose,
Got an addiction for overdose
Of pain
Everything's lost, nothing to gain.
"Bloody God", he says,
"Nothing is true",
Everything isn't what it appears to be
Nowhere to go to,
Black, cos' circumstances made him so.
Lost all hope
No one understood his love,
Betrayed and fooled by everyone he believed,
How long can he cope?
He loves no fun,
Somewhere in between lost his laughter,
Now he stands on the ledge,
Needs just one step further.
Dreams Broken, Hopes Shattered.
Vivek Chakraverty
Poetry by vivek chakraverty
Read 559 times
Written on 2008-07-09 at 14:00
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