Torn Pages Of A Poet


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False words lapse from my tongue
Just like the taste of a suicide song
Sheer thoughts become heavy on my note
Winds of anger removed what I wrote..
Even my heart is screaming for acceptance
To the cold reality of an inevitable existence
Skin is getting old, tired of all the rejection
quivering dreams dying for absurd perfections

Tarnished papers sought something new
Like a plant clinging to a morn's dew
Or like the waves that dissipate the shells
A thousand stories you can tell..

Isn't it a shame what we've become?
Always losing what we've always won?
Pluck the misery from my words,
I'm no poet of deception
Please forgive my black papers
They're false poetic misconceptions..

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