RUMORS OF DEFEATheard their laughter
whispering behind walls
stories of failure
they are waiting
for that step
To be taken wrong
heard their prediction
counting my time
ticking moments away
the END is defined
in laudatory of my enemies
only if I lose
I am facing
a suicidal mission
no escape plan
whispering behind walls
stories of failure
they are waiting
for that step
To be taken wrong
heard their prediction
counting my time
ticking moments away
the END is defined
in laudatory of my enemies
only if I lose
I am facing
a suicidal mission
no escape plan
Afraid to death by
These tiptoeing shadows
Murmuring my future
I must salute
the shadows of defeat
in their endless march
just too much
for me to take
this weight of misery
These tiptoeing shadows
Murmuring my future
I must salute
the shadows of defeat
in their endless march
just too much
for me to take
this weight of misery
Sina Mesdaghi
Nov. 18 2007
Nov. 18 2007
2 comments:
these ur own poems?
interesting weblog by the way, well done!:)
u and ur enemy are wrong, there is no wining or no losing, all people see are halucination of success or defeat, remember the last word of frida......"i hope there will be no return" ....that is the damn life , no matter who much you progress the life is so cruel, meaningless, and empty
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