Monday, 10 February 2020

I QUITE

*I QUIT*
I know it's a taboo,
To talk about quitting
But I want to quit the stage
My ink is drying up
And am soaking my book
Tears are freely flowing
Am slowly drowning
Inthe sea of tears and emotions
My heart is no longer bleeding
And I can't script anymore

Out the sky is appearing
It is Darkening my sun
It's crippling my light
My day is eclipsing
And it's creating the night
Black holes are swallowing ,
Everything in their sight
Including my heart and my mind
And I can't script anymore

Storm clouds are gathering
The wind is going to blow
And am suffering
Everything is just pain on my neck
There is little joy left for me
Am no longer depressed
But depression suppressed me
And am proudly to say am looser
I lost the fight
Now every sigh I wish could be my last
Cause I can't script anymore

Loser,quiter that's who I am
Giving up is now my only option
Everything I worked for
Is  now being blown by the wind
Death please rock me  asleep
Bring me to quiet rest
Pass my weary quiltness
Am all alone in a prison
Wailing for my destiny
I must taste these misery
I quit poetry,I quit everything
For I can't script anymore

©Mum's Dota
Bleeding heart ❣

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