Mohammed Altaf


Thots Of A Boy - Poem by Mohammed Altaf

I find myself alone on the bench
As i feel my heart crunch
Wondering where did it go rong
Things felt like they cudnt prolong
I had everythin i wanted
Sins where commited tht wernt forgiven
Waitin for the demon to awaken
Everythin went down the drain
Everythin tht i built,
Every relation i tuk time to built
They where just there dissolvin
Whilst i stood there watchin
Not being able to muv a finger
It felt like the gravity hit me hard
I reaped what i sowed
They where mistakes done unintentional
i had no right to justify
As i sat there broken down
I knew tht i had no time to keep my face down
I had to be back on my feet on my own
Demon had its way of playin things
Now its my tym of arriving
I gotta trust myself
Nd work hard to b stronger thn the demon itself
For i have got to pay him back
For the massacre thats happend

Topic(s) of this poem: demons, depression, life and death


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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 4, 2015



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