Stung by constant discouragement
Consumed by utter resentment
Magnified are my noble failures
By those self - nominated stellars
Impregnated is my mind with pessimism
Preyed I am by stoicism
Slave to bursts of jealousy
Made susceptible to my fallacy
My insides cry of injustice done
From these cowards would I not run
My self esteem singed
From the mental torture I cringe
No more this trauma, would I swallow
Which has left me so hollow
I burn this cruelty on pyre
Allow the hurt with the smoke, disappear
Shadows of doubts now devoured
I break free from that invisible cord
I am the warrior, I am the sword!!
wow...seems like a war cry....
ReplyDeletegreat read mate....
@ Arun,
ReplyDeleteYes a was cry against those who try to put me down, demean me thereby cutting into my self esteem. It is to rise against all odds..
well...wish u good luck on that....
ReplyDeletethe bugle sounded...let's get in to the battle now:)
ReplyDeleteHey guys,
ReplyDeleteIs this post funny, i was serious when I wrote it, honestly ;)
no..i didn't think it was funny...actually the post sounded furious...
ReplyDeleteso apt fr me !! i guess i needed to read such a strong write :) than ks !! it was well put :)
ReplyDeleteStrong words....wonderfully expressed....full of emotions brimming wid passion as it should be.....Here's wishin u luck wid ur battle, Sheena! :)
ReplyDeleteluvd da poem!
this reminded me of something I had written long back..!! it was amazing!! strong.. I love this flavor of poems the most..off late.. :)
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