Sina Farajzadeh


And left useless on earth,
I spend my time in vain
And walk and walk and walk toward nothing
Asking myself
What mortal or immortal sin have I committed
To be here with discriminations,
I have the bitter regret for the moments passed,
Wish I could go back to a time,
When I was not 'I',
So long ago, before the time which
In my father's sweat I ate my bread,
And condemned to be, to grow and know
Of things that I shouldn't knew
I never wanted to be, never.

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 20, 2013

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I hate life.

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  • Unwritten SoulUnwritten Soul (8/17/2013 4:20:00 AM)

    If you hate life then you will never see how love it has for are not born here for being useless but to be something...u are needed in this life! just play your role and you will get to see another world! _Soul

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  • The Fallen Leaves Of MiraThe Fallen Leaves Of Mira (5/30/2013 6:19:00 AM)

    beautiful poem- love it.
    sorry for late reply i was out of poemhunter for quite some time.

    life is beautiful. orient it :)

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  • Nader BaheriNader Baheri (4/4/2013 9:43:00 AM)

    hahahahah dear Sina u hate life? so do i.
    why should we live? for nothingness? even i go furthur.i hate the one who created me.maybe he is God himself or my mum or father.we are angels and angels deserve to die.
    but beside all hatred, there are some joys around us and i thank God for these joys too.dont u think so?
    hahaha there are lots of contradictions in me that i couldnt manipulate so i hate my life.
    just keep up living my friend.

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