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Dead by now (Revised)
My boyfriend's morning greetings
don't have their stellar effect on me
anymore
I sleep on the evenings
feeling sorry for me
and my troublesome soul
As soon as the sunrays struck,
I knew I ran out of luck
My stupid eyes still fluttered
like my prayers never mattered
Slept through the rumble
I lost the gamble
I'm still here
Why am I still here?
Where is the noose?
Needed some push
A brave soul enough to hate me
What is the use
of all this fuse
when there's no more powder to ignite with?
Has Jupiter descended yet?
I would like to face him and buy his tears
Banish me to Hades, I'd beg
It's a sweeter death than you keeping me here
in my bed at night
sinking, drowning, out of breath
frigid, wishing I am dead
Shouldn't I be dead by now?
The winds still blow
The sun still rose
My stupid eyes still fluttered
My prayers came unanswered
Or maybe the answers lie
between the eyelids that struggle
or the soul that slept through the rumble
Eighteen hours later,
I would still wonder
Why am I still here?
How do I get away from here?
Struggling Eyelids, Natmam'
Jupiter descended and 5,000,000 astrologists went insane. Sounds like a hormnal problem; arranged or self accomplished, a girlfriend or wife with kids soon - the financing wlll figure itself out. The present is not the future.
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Assuming poem is biographic, wake and embrace all of IT like the rest of us. Be well - write a poem a day - short verse works. :D
Lady A