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Thursday, November 22, 2012

I Gotta Depart



















The echoes of silence around me;
and my hopeless mute scream,
am gazing outside the window;
and wishing if it could be my realm.

An empty chair next to me;
reminds me of my loneliness,
a corner table full of pills;
makes me feel of my weakness.

Here is my life, I gotta return;
so I gotta depart before my guts churn.

There is peace and white light,
now I can feel no pain;
I can’t feel if am alive or,
am gonna die again.

Here I lie warm in the deathbed;
holding the memories in my heart,
flashback and tears follow;
as I decide to depart.

Here is my life, I gotta return;
so I gotta depart before my guts churn.

~Shreya
P.S.1. My creation, please do not copy!!
P.S.2. Copyright © Protected
P.P.S. Image: Google

8 comments:

  1. Wow.. to choose when to die, that would be something! And to return back ot the same... hmm..

    Lovely rhyme to the poem, resounding with loneliness and the feeling of a goodbye.

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  2. That's painful still beautifully written!

    Critique/review/comment this flash fiction in the LINK please
    http://yourstoryclub.com/short-stories-social-moral/short-story-remembrance-the-fall/

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  3. Shreya,

    How can you even think of departing when so many persons love you and your creations?

    Take care

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    1. Oh.. it was just a thought, an imagination and a theme of this poem. :)

      P.S. Felt great to know that people like my creations. I hope its true. :)

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  4. Exquisite, lovely, wonderful, dear mate. Keep it up./

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