leaves fall scattered
and down the rabbit hole
we go with our hopes and dreams
floating above us
getting further away
as we get deeper into the black
void of our soul
the voices call out
hauntingly beautiful
in this pit that we have dug
only filled with
the deapest
of fears just pulling us
delving deeper into the emotions
that cause us to cloud
our judgement
suffocating in a sea
of lies and pain 
slowly killing us with
past memories that seem
to just play over & over again
till we fall to pieces
falling,
breaking,
crumbling.

So this is the latest 'poem' that I wrote while I was waiting for exams to end.. hope you like it..

Comments

  1. AnonymousJune 29, 2014 at 12:57 AM

    how about a poem of happiness n joy for a change?lol
    its good.
    mm

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