Let Me Die Alone In Deep

Let Me Die Alone In Deep short poem

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Let me die alone in deep,
Perhaps, I may take a breath,
Don’t see me with hate and hope,
Perhaps, I may live.

Since, thee don’t know my pains,
So, have not a jot of rains,
I have a lot of thoughts
Where I Submit? Don’t me tell
Perhaps, I may do some well.

To my sobs let bury in me
So that world not to see
For, these can’t melt thy hearts,
And nothing can get from thy hands,
For, thee all forgot humanity
And laugh at my poverty
That is not mine;
Let me yell,
Perhaps, I may be calm.

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