SituationA Poem by nyiTime for me to go back home On the road and for me to roam But I’m at nowhere and couldn’t reach my goal Pity on my unconquerable soul Have to accept that I’m violent prone My head is going to explode like a bomb Couldn’t pretend anymore like a stone Hate inside my heart tolls Restricted emotionally by my own Thoughts reverberate and inside my heart darkness loams Should I electrocute myself with so many Ohms? My life is some kind of freak show? Value of my morality is low The reason behind this unfolds Nothing’s left, honestly is what I have sold Nyi ( 22.5.2010 ) © 2010 nyiFeatured Review
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