ICE COLD

ICE COLD

A Poem by alegria

After burning the skin of my heart,

Why do you knock darkness of my heart?

The tear droplets of pain became my words in rain,

All these words in rain became poems insane,

The cry of burnt skin reached the ice cold paper and pen,

As cold as ice and pale as white became my plight in a flight,

The numbness remained and darkness stood still deep within.

 


© 2012 alegria


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Added on February 25, 2012
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alegria
alegria

bangalore, India



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im prita...an emo gal...jus done wid BE and i love writing...alegria means happiness in spanish...when ever i write any thing beat bad o gud..one thing which i get is immense happiness in writing it.... more..

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