Veracity escapes from me
as I fall to the ground.
Blood drips from my vein
No passion for life is yet to be found.
As I bleed, as I die
I feel this extreme pain.
Feels like this life is not worth living
yet I find me praying for better days !!!
This blog marks my adventures of being diagonally parked in a parallel universe. These thoughts are simply my own- not from the mind of anyone else but myself. Therefore, all of my thoughts and philosophies on life may differ from yours.I will respect yours if you respect mine. We all are same under the skin-and I, for one, would be willing to skin humanity to prove it.
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To quote Richard Bach,"The mark of your ignorance is the depth of your belief in injustice and tragedy. What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the Master calls the butterfly."
WHY DID YOU DELETE MY COMMENT?
I am extremely sorry susan- some of my readers said the poem was too erotic for their taste- so had to take it off- and to answer your earlier question- you can write to me on talktoanils@gmail.com
will definately look forward to hear from you
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