Sunday, April 25, 2010

Good Souls Are Forgotten

am lost.

Losing track o' my life,

Losing me.



I don’t know me,

Where I belong is mystery.

My life seems big,

Big, so it forgets the small blessings!

Blessings of an aged time, when

Small gifts would adorn my ways,

Sunshine smiles lit up my days!



My Todays struggle for an identity.

Charms fallen into deep misery..

These smiles show mockery,

These praises hint jealousy!

Tiny memories are buried underneath,

Loved ones are left afar..

Blooded rains flow ajar.



This phase is tough,

Life's short on luck!

Bad's in fashion..





Good souls are forgotten,

Good souls are forgotten.

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2 comments:

  1. It clearly shows the transition of a young mind.. hardships relating to maturity and newness. Represents the true picture of one's life, and how little things in life can go a long way. For example, memories. It reveals the honest mind. Keep writing. Great work!

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  2. That's great..! Im so glad you read it this deep.. lol! :)

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