confined
Poem by: VJAMRITA
confined
confined
little secrets flying evrywhwere
in this room
confined
i sit in the corner
tryin to
hear the sound of the
busy streets
confined i am
n it feels so lost
feels like i betrayed myslf
it feels likr i'm walking on broken glass
its good that i bled
confined in this little space banished i can say.
hold me up
stop me from crying
despite my lying
love me...
dont throw me back there
couldnt help it that time
but help me leave behind sumthng
that will make me missed
confined
in this empty room
take me out..
n dont hate me
when you're feeling angry
keep your feelings confined in u.
i am confined
in this empty room
listen to the busy streets
lies and secrets flyin evrywhr
heavy breathing
tiresome living
Good bye......
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Excellent! Well done! Love it. Very poignant, a heart-wrenching poem filed with sorrow, agony, despair, fear, and a wonderful write. Keep it up Amrita!
'In the room you’re never alone lots of thoughts are with you they say it is your home. The room it has no windows no door to lead you out, all your life is with you, no way to lead you out!
Remember though in life there is always hope! Hope brings on faith. Faith conquers all impossibilities! All the best in your writing and in life Amrita
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thank you.......................
Good poem that indeed is filled with sorrow and despair. Actually, I could easily see this as a song lyrics as well.
Beautiful poem, great thought sharing.
-D
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acutually it is sod of a song.
thnx alot graeme ...realy
not bad at all! :)
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thank you
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