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Fourth Floor Dilemma


I don't feel like writing right now,
Just don't feel good somehow,
Old memories haunting my mind,
Hurt by people to whom I was always kind

Being good tends to take you nowhere,
Life to me has never been fair,
Tried to be pulled back at every stage,
I'm searching for a channel to release my rage

 Yet all I can do is write my heart out,
Stand alone as no one can hear me shout,
My soul's pretty much hanging around the edge,
Everything around looks beautiful from this 4th floor ledge

 The bottle of vodka in my hand,
Pouring into me like the hourglass sand,
So should I jump or should I not?
Is the dilemma in which my mind's caught

Comments

  1. IshaanFebruary 23, 2011 at 9:21 PM

    dude, you shouldn't have written this

    Everytime you'll re-read this poem of yours, you'll feel quite sad and demotivated.

    something same happens with me when i read my introvert vs extrovert.

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  2. Ken AhujaFebruary 23, 2011 at 9:26 PM

    I guess you're right ishaan but Ive posted this poem after a very long time...

    I dont feel sad reading this anymore...Its more like that phase of life has passed out and I want this here just as a collection anymore :P

    Thanks for the advice though! :)

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