While trying to persue others
I forgot who I was
But while trying to persue myself
I forgot what others are.
Deel inside, I feel something,
Echoing of the mourns and pains.
Listening, my heart starts shivering,
Considering myself, but really not a bane.
It's as if something I lost,
want to regain, but it's unworthy vain,
not really know what it is,
but in my life, it's somehow main.
No one knows when is my last cry,
The cry of pain, The cry of love or of tear,
Never will know when'll be God's call,
when it'll be the absolute end of love and fear!!
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Considering Myself
PoetryThis poem simply describes how I feel deep inside, What's going on in my inner self and what questions do I have in my subconscious.It's all about the internal me.
