Withered Poem by Lycko Chizo

Withered

Rating: 3.8


No tender heart would not be touch by these scence:
A man whose so weak; on his death bed is dying
From any moment by now he would passed away
But I'm glad he'll be gone and I'll stay
I can't wait what will happen sooner
And now time has come, my wait is over
The last strand of his strenght was finally taken away by the cruel claw of death
He finally exhaled his very last breath
He's now gone - my enemy
But why does he needs to stay in reality?
Why does illusion needs to remain untrue?
It would had been my last best hope to win over my foe
Why does he needs to win?
And watch me die at this moment?
Why does now I'm withered?
But he continue to have the power
Why does I need to lose the fight?
Oh Lord this is not right! ?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
shueyb boyer 25 July 2009

very well written thats how life is when u think u won u lost in god eyes for something u didnt do right

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