Treasure Island

Shyama Mohapatra

(22\sept\1997 / Orrisa)

A Long Term Memory I Have


A Long Term memory I have
Holding tons of shocking stories
Inside my heart

A long term memory I have
The memories of poison and blood I have
Running inside me

A long term memory I have
The memories that holds
Some faces of blood eating
Monsters that lives near my heart

A long term memories
Of hate and hating
Myself

A black heart I have
Pumping poison into my body
Restlessly every time

All the happiness is sucked by
A blackhole of bad memories
All the love is vanished by
A tornado of hate and loneliness

All I have now is
Memories of

Submitted: Tuesday, July 05, 2011
Edited: Tuesday, July 05, 2011

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