Am I Blind?


Twist & turning,

Clawing,
My finger’s burning,
Drawing.

The last mile,
Runs for miles and miles,
There’s no end to this.
Why am I even trying.

It’s all dark here,
There’s nowhere to go to.
All filled thick with nothingness….
All I feel is meaningless…

The only sound’s of my,
Fingernails against the ground.
Or when I turn around,
Someone knocks from underground.

Those are the long lost echoes,
Of the once who stood where I am,
Reliving, Retrieving…
Tryin’a snatch my soul.

Twisting n’ clawing,
Their finger’s burning too…..

Comments

Neeraj said…
This poem is good man. keep writing
Tue Jul 10, 08:37:00 PM GMT+5:30
Ajinkya said…
wow! u read my old posts. nice :D
thanx btw.. there r a lot of these kind of amateur tries.. havent put them here :P
but am planning to start writing poems again.
check out my another blog,
http://sheerwhiterapture.blogspot.com
Thu Sep 10, 12:28:00 AM GMT+5:30
neeraj said…
This poem is good man. keep writing
Sun Mar 27, 10:12:00 PM GMT+5:30
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