Wednesday, April 10, 2013


Time has passed.
Have I become what I never wanted to be?
Is the me in me fading?
I can’t speak poetry
I can’t dream like I did
Is this growing up?
I hate it.
Why so straight, so sharp, so crisp
So unreal, unnatural
So much hate.
Waiting for the other to strike
Ammunition already ready
I’m so prepared
It’s sad.

3 comments:

Vikram Raj said...

Reflects my current state of mind. Good piece.

Vikram Raj said...

Kind of reflects my current state of mind. Good piece.

blinded blue teddy said...

its become my everyday.