Sandhya Joseph

Rookie (02 / 04 / 1990 / India)

R. I. P - Poem by Sandhya Joseph

As I sit alone tonight
Contemplating whether to live or die…
But then…
Death doesn’t seem a solution to me
A needle and thread is not all I need
These seem to be just a temporary aid
Aid to the bleeding wounds in me…
I wish I could cry, or atleast just weep
I wish I could scream, or atleast just express
End up doing what I always do best
What I always do best for the best part of me
Swallow and suppress
Till I can take it no more
And then the day would come…
The day I am finally meant to
“Forever Rest”
With the R.I.P at my head…

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  • (4/26/2011 2:22:00 PM)

    I know how you feel. But death is never the answer in the end. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 17, 2011

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