October 8, 2011
By Anonymous

For tormentors it seems all right.

Blood sucking perils of this dastardly globe

Succeed through the ongoing slope.

My stark, bleak future and nostalgia of today.........

But still there's no one to bother

In this evil, yet; good, cold and old Universe

Maybe worse things with me might go reverse.

My reality: I'm alive

With a hope that I just might be the right person for others to strive.

But why is it that I'm always left alone?

Won't anyone shed a tear for me when I'm gone?

That's it, damn on me, I was born

But I'm getting adjusted......and have new things to learn.

The author's comments:
I wanted to write this poem because I'm really being crushed by all the bad things that are going around me and some of them are badly hurting know, I'm one of those teeny teens whom you can call depressed......

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This article has 2 comments.

Resonner said...
on Oct. 12 2011 at 2:36 am

Hey! this is really a great piece!

must say " hats off 2 u great writer!"

on Oct. 12 2011 at 12:40 am
Debashrita BRONZE, Bhubaneswar, Other
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The above poem has been written by me. Wonder why it has been titled as Anonymous?

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