Web of Loneliness Poems

Poems of the Lonely

A Day of Dying


Lying awake trying to push the memories away

The stupid things I’ve done

The stupid things I’ve said

The life I’ve missed out on

The friends I’ve disgusted,

How they got tired of me

The only one who ever wanted me

I wish I would die.

 

I see my face

I see my frame

I scrutinise ever aspect

Is it really that bad?

I turn away in shame

Nobody can want that

Why won’t I die?

 

I try to speak but I stumble over the words

I want to speak but my mind is blank

The people I hate

Make me feel like shit

But I can’t interact with the people I like

The one’s I want to be with

Could never want this

I think of the one that did

And I wish I was dead.

 

I’m cursing myself

I was rubbish at this

I was useless at that

I should not have said this

I wish I’d said  that

 

If I didn’t turn the wheel

Would I be saved by that tree?

A little swerve

That would be the end of me

 

There’s no one else here

No love, no child, no friend

A simple meal for one then

I think of her again

There’s no one out there

For me to go and see

I just want to fade away

 

Trying to push the memories away

Trying not to analyze the day

I groan in anger and despair

My fists pressed against my head

The life that’s gone

The life that’s ahead

The only one that wanted me

I try to sleep

While I wish I was dead.

By Sudhakar

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One response to “A Day of Dying

  1. Renu October 18, 2012 at 2:55 pm

    wow its really heart touching….I saw me myself on the dying position n imagined my past n future life thru these words…ahh I felt its terrible…

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