Dolor Poem by Partha Pratim Mout
Dolor
Rating: ★4.0
This thing is feeding on me
I don't know, I feel it.
I know how bad it is
It turn my life hell
My girl is gone away
I find none,
but memories to wet my face.
I don't feel free, my heart is blacked.
This thing is feeding on me
I feel it, I die beneath.
Sunday, April 24, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: girl,girlfriend,heart,heart love,heartbreak,helpless,loss,love,love and life,memory
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