Sometimes I feel that its a way leading me nowhere,
will there be a start to my bright
But how?
I want to know how?
I will kill this ill in me thats filling
no no
sorry
its killing me to a sudden death
after another free fall, am unable to feel my breathe
Its benumb, a peace, a loneliness
after you loose, an another bruish on your face
It's hard, but I have to reach out, some how
for a torch that can enlight my darkest day
A day, a reminder date of my crucification
Am branded a tag 'Juss get out u failure'
You muss be saying
no no
not saying
but cursing me
This guy has gone insane
Is this a poem
When i stood to fight again
but still to no gain
When i churned to turmoil
But still success to me seems to be shrouded in foil
Then tell me how can I write
If you know
how to write when you are a loser
plz do mail me
thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Naveen, The title is a sentiment I could not help but agree with (Did you have anyone in mind?) . The poem certainly shows that you are no loser. Fantastic and original. only please watch your spelling. Regards, Denis Joe