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Comprehension
June 20, 2011
I hear words,
I cant speak.
I laugh,
but I don't understand.
Rain washes away my sorrow,
put the messy grease of pain is still smeared.
My guard is up,
but low enough
to fall into a dark pit.
People would die to feel the way I do about someone,
but for me, it hurts too much.
I can't handle love,
fragile, breakable, cunning love.
© Zamir A., Multan, Punjab, Pakistan
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Mr. Hulll said...
on Aug. 22 2011 at 5:22 pm
I like how your poem shows feeling through images and metaphors.
