I tried to write something happy...

I tried to write something happy...

A Poem by Javan

I wrote this a while ago, it an attempt to write something happy... Didn't work...


If my heart was a notebook,

Your name would have been written on every page.

Sometimes with hearts.

Some with scribbles.

And the rest with marks where i've tried to erase,

The scars that run deep, from crying for days.

My freedom is fleeting, my soul's is encaged

Muffling, strangling, engulfing my rage,

'till i scream and i shout, but i can't hear my voice.

Only yours, telling me that this was my choice,

my path, my destiny, my role in this life,

and i look at my past, filled with envy and vice

and submit to your words, then wake up with a fright.

panting and aching, i'm losing the fight.

Because losing my soul is what haunts me at night.

© 2012 Javan

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Added on May 28, 2012
Last Updated on May 28, 2012
Tags: haunting, night, soul, rage, suffocation, nightmare



London, Croydon, United Kingdom

Just another 26 year old with an over-active imagination and a half-decent vocabulary. I started writing just to help me get things off of my chest and out of my mind. It's an escape for me. Been.. more..

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