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My Doom’s Day…

Why have I become a chaser?
Always chasing things which must end,
Defeated already but still try to pretend.
The sun scorched my face with its light,
And the moonlight of defeat ends this fight.
Nothing can be now salvaged,
Even the stars now burn with rage.
Sitting here and silently mourning,
See a spark of faint light returning…
I feel so lost and abandoned,
Will it ever shine upon my face?
My heart crying in this disaster,
I want my end to come to me faster.
At the end of this drama I want to say,
I loved you and wanted you any way.
Doomed was my fate from the start,
Will still pray faithfully for you although we part…

 

© 2012 Pimmi Nag