Monday, April 25, 2011


My feet pounding the pavement,
It seems like I am running, but I am walking.
The pain in my eyes is shielded by my sunglasses
And the pain in my heart covered by layers of clothing I don't like.


I look at the mirror and I hate what I see
"This should go. That can't stay"
I open the history books
Where did it all go wrong?


My voice sounds different now
Like I am begging
There is a cloud of desperation around me
Look at me for a minute


As the sun disappears from the sky
And the stars and moon pierce the darkness
I wonder what could have been and make a wish
Hopefully, tomorrow will be different



  1. This is a touching post. Hope you're OK Harry? Take care.

  2. I can empathize with this poem cos i've been there. its really deep and nice, hope you're alwite sha :)


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