Treasure Island

Aalok Sensharma

(7 december 1997 / Meerut/India)

My Anger


I am tired and Awaken from a long time,
It is because of the fire in which I was!
But the fire with which I started,
Is burning me now!

I am alone and tired,
I just need some rest,
I am burning now!
I am very tired! !

The fire with which I started,
Is burning me now!
But, I am still alive,
But, I am dying now! !

Will, I ever smile again?
Will, I ever stand again? ?
Will, I ever live again?
Will, I ever love again? ?

I need some hope now,
I need some rest now,

I can understand now,
That the fire started,
Because of my anger!
And, it has destroyed me! !

Submitted: Saturday, August 17, 2013
Edited: Saturday, August 17, 2013
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After realizing that my anger is destroying me

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