Being stone cold

by cHeAtInG dEaTh Nd sTrIpPeD dOmNiQuE   Jul 9, 2006


I come home late at night
My mother greets me with a big smile
There is food for me on table by my side
I refuse it my words slipping out of my mouth
They pinch her even more as they slap her again
My sister comes for rescue pointing her gun
I ignore the issue and go to my room
With hard thoughts I sleep at last
Dark memories form my dreams
Nightmares make me getup at midnight
Giving up the notion go back to sleep again
Try my best to win at this lost game
Morning sun touches my forehead
I wakeup to a new day ahead
Confront my mother with a dull face
I have no emotions myself a stone
I am so stone like I am so cold
Go thorough the day and pass my time
In between the conversation of life
My sister talks as my mother replies
I listen with my clear eyes
The day passes as dusk falls
It's again almost the dark night
I step outside one more time
Go to my place on bar side
Later I will return late again
Same things happen till it's too late
In this monotonous span of my life
I carry forward like a dead meat
I am so cold stone cold it seems

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