Hurt —
I always try to pacify my heart,
But all efforts went in vain;
Took the path that led me to hurt,
And received the constant pain.
Living with the swollen wound,
Bleeding at my every breath;
Find no jollies upon the ground,
Just calling the Lord of Death.
Sometimes dawn never descends,
And days seem to double;
Sometimes the nights never ends,
That get me into trouble.
I have no desires to live anymore,
And so I wish I am gone;
As one has spoiled my life’s core,
Left nothing to be done.
Poems by: Anthony Hope
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