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Written by shagufta

Saturday, 16 August 2008

A million times I've pulled the trigger A million times the voices quiver But every time they come again They can't be killed, there is no end Is all then lost...no hope at all Of course there is, by means so small From neath the veil of empty soul The threads of who I am control Shear will exhorted through the fray The voices flee as I do and say That which is right, denying me My only hope for sanity...my only hope eternally Will I be them...Or will I be me? Copyright 2008 shagufta Keyword: Untitled Report this story | Add to Favorites | Send to Friends | Author's Profile No Comments posted Comments (5) Posted by chaabuk 2008-08-16 22:34:35 Superb This is surreal. The voices in the head do not end for they lead to the end of life. But here I hope it is not you but they (the voices) that should hopefully end. This poem is terrorific. + Report this comment Posted by Ashutosh 2008-08-17 10:47:35 .... This is a very well-written poem. Very thoughtful and well expressed. I'm actually quite surprised to see this piece of writing from you. It shows great depth. + Report this comment Posted by resistanceisfreedom 2008-08-17 13:38:20 .... i'm not sure why this has only a 3 star rating, but i'm hoping my five will boost it up...I thought this was very deep and it flowed well. a good job for sure. + Report this comment Posted by bakerSdozen 2008-08-17 15:29:30 .... Not sure I really understood this,,maybe you also(hence the question mark for a title. It had a good rhythem and I was rolling along till the end, just not really sure what this was about. sorry. + Report this comment Posted by b.k. 2008-08-18 21:16:41 .... i may be wrong, but i believe this is the first piece of yours i've ever read...and i definitely look forward to more. + Report this comment Post a comment Post a comment

 

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