Another Untitled Poem

Another Untitled Poem short poem

Another sleepless night,

Just passes by…

Another day has come,

A day for me to die…

Never felt this way before,

So hurt and alone…

Its all because of you,

And the day you’ve been gone….

Breaking dawns tells me,

to start with a new day…

Somehow I cant figure out,

Why couldn’t I ever say….

This day will pass soon,

But its the nights that haunt…

Hope I can cope,

With life’s taunt…!!

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Life has its hardships, But it goes on.. doesn't wait for anything, nor lets memories be easily gone...! Poems are the only way, to let all the feelings out... to seek for the meaning, that everyone is talking about...!! So enjoy life, and enjoy the poems... and embrace life, no matter what comes...!!
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