Sunday 25 September 2011

Disturbed

Don't feel like living,
burying the best inside myself,
don't want to be dead,
this can't really go,
this won't really remain.

Don't like eating,
everything empty, I can't fill,
don't want to sleep,
held over the barrel,
hanging from threads.

Don't want to remain silent,
the urge to take risks,
don't want to hit the wall,
gnaws on the stomach,
chews on the core.

Don't want to lose,
feeling this love for her,
don't know how to win,
teases the mind,
races the heart.

Don't want to be alone,
found one I'd always want,
don't want to go without her
this restless reaction,
this strange dissatisfaction.

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