Headway

Riding the waves of frustration
And finding no explanation.
Killing without a thought
Until all life is wrought.
Destroying senslessly,
Loving endlessly.
No life, no fiuture seen
What's gone is what's been.
Killing softly each petal
On destination to my hell!




Poetry by vidura rambachan
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Written on 2009-05-11 at 21:42

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