Dying Poem by Jordan Si

Dying



Dying
Tears trickle down my face,
As I stare off into eternal space,
The smoke of my
joint filling up the place,
In my heart, left by God's damn grace,
When He took my baby brother,
From my very own mother,
And father and I,
Just watched as he died,
We cried for help,
But nobody listened,
Watched on as his body stiffened,
Saw my daddy with eyes
that glistened
His face scarred with tearstains
As I screamed in vain
Numbed with pain
Never did
I live again…

jordan

Friday, December 26, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: pain
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kelly Kurt 13 April 2015

A sad but well written poem, Dipankar. I wish you peace.

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Jordan Si

Jordan Si

Santipur, west bengal, India
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