A weekend

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

Its a cry from my soul.

 

 

I took a white plate and sat in front of the table;

I was hungry like hell and looked at the plate with my voracious eyes;

I saw two diamond dots sparkling with pangs of desperate fire;

I looked up and took a deep breath, the trick I used to hide my tears for years..

I put butter on the knife and spread it on the bread left for me;

A piece of bread I placed in my mouth, hoping to satisfy my starving soul..

With my first bite I felt the warmness that rolled over my cheeks…,

Giving me a vision blurred with sting of a dying youth…

No surprise..a usual friday passing giving me hopeless dreams..

Carrying the arena of an emotional past….


Submitted: August 17, 2012

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DRT

It's nice. I like the way you described every moment. I'm not much of a poem person, but I would love to read more of yours. Oh and please stop by my page and take a look at Emulation for me.

Fri, August 17th, 2012 6:24pm

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