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Thursday 26 May 2011

Bite Me

Bite me…


I watch the world with knowing eyes,
Undisguised and hardened, bereft of sentiment.
I see them all through a looking-glass.
I feel nothing for them, be it compassion, hatred or attachment.

They glance at me from time to time.
Begging me to understand, hoping that I react.
I have nothing to say to them, I don’t wish to look at them.
I don’t want to have to put on an act.

I stopped caring a long time back.
For I realized, the more I loved,
The more I showed warmth,
The more they wounded, hurt and shoved

Till my heart froze in a block of ice.
It will never melt now.
I hope that someday, they will stop trying to chain me
Because, here and now, I vow that they will not make me bow.

5 comments:

  1. I felt it ended abruptly. But thats just me. Good work. Zero.

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  2. brought to mind images of manacles,and dungeons, and blood-stained swords.

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  3. @ Kim, thanks loads :)
    @ Zero I dunno what you mean...but thanks anyway.
    @ Chikki..does that mean it's good? :P

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  4. good, in a gloomy, im-a-crazed-psycho-and-imma-kill-you way.

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