Subham Jain


Either Suicidal Or Sane - Poem by Subham Jain

My thoughts have degraded over the years,
And my Conscience refuses to see the REAL me.
My Mind is a Slave of Love and Fear,
I'm as ugly as anyone could ever be.

I've walked down Roads,
There wasn't much to learn or see.
And I've penned down Poems like these,
But nothing frees me of my Misery.

No I don't want Freedom.
I ain't fighting for my Rights.
No, I'm not a wannabe Revolutionary,
Who sees a peaceful World that's beautiful and bright.

I've lost Hope,
After all I've seen.
Because you're just running in Circles,
Like I've done myself since in this World I've been.

I've stopped believing in the Illusion,
Illusion of Love and Friends.
After they have left me alone here to rot,
To rot in one of Life's endless bends.

I hear the Bells of Death ringing in my Sleep,
Ah! Its Music to my Ears.
Down the Cliff of Life,
And into the raging River of Death I leap.
Free of Pain.
Free of Misery.
Free of Fear.
Free of a Future thats bleak.

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  • Aditi Khandelwal (4/6/2012 9:45:00 AM)


    Nice poem with deep meaning...it gives a sad feeling....
    Aditi
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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 19, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, December 19, 2011


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