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by Biya Feb 7, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / grieving, loss
Blur images remained bold I was perhaps standing in the cold Day by day I grew old For a long my eyes couldn't be hold When I was a child,I was at the height People took me,addressed me till the night For me that people are the gold They taught me how to mold All that people are gone away I'm left on an alone way No one now here to be mine Between me and all there's a line A thing bubbling in my mind I'm on an alone track like a solitary child Many a man passing by me They don't have time to look at me Yeah! Perhaps I worth nothing For a penny I can be sold This pain will take me away I got a shock of high volt My tears want my eyes to swell Now I've found a place where I should dwell It's time for my hands to fold As I can't bear all this load
by Cobra
Cool poem