The moon rides higher
and hides behind a cloud
the waves strike the shore
with a sound so loud
I sit on a cliff
thinking of my past
dejected with my life
how long will it last?
Suddenly a tide comes in
drenches me to the bone
leaves me behind shivering
I've no one to call my own
I beg the heavens above
to rid me from this misery
I want to end this life now
shed this cursed livery
I stand up and look down
the violent sea, so inviting
the roaring turbulence
and the dark waters, so tempting
Howling winds push me back
but nothing deters my ardour
a plunge to end it all
to burn out, to surrender
I make my final dive
spiralling down below
the oceans eager to engulf me
into their everlasting flow
Thursday, May 7, 2009
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3 comments:
Hope you surfaced after that dive and are feeling better about things now. I'm interested in why you call yourself Pythagoras. I'm interested in Pythagoras of Samos, who, as you perhaps know, was a famous multidisciplinary philosopher in Ancient Greece and is considered the world's first mathematician. See my website at www.secretofthecosmos.org.
nice
@Josh
hmm...just like that man...thought it was cool, and my name starts with P too
About the poem...I wasn't actually dejected or anything...just like writing sad and gloomy stuff
@anurag
thanx man
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