Dead Carcass

I pick at myself like a vulture at a dead carcass.

You all assume i'm ok sat here in my room.

If only you knew, whats really going on in my twisted mind.

These feelings i keep consumed inside.

These thoughts i have, are they really mine?

I don't know how i got this way or even if i'll ever be sane.

I'm falling apart stitch by stitch, but don't worry i'll keep up the appearance that everything is ok.

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Afzal Shauq's picture

very sweet and professionally done this poem... sure I am not wrong if I say you are good poet with new subjects to express... hope you will like my expression of love based peace thoughts too( a friendly smile is the best weapon of war to fight with.... afzal shauq ) hope my this famous say is the only answer to your questions raising in your mind about the happiest collective life.... yeah... we belong to same family of Adam...and we are true cousins..indeed