Why don't somebody kills me?
Today,I stand alone,
Wearing a big white cloak,
In the rain regretting all the sins,
Which I earlier thought to be a milestone.
I n quest of being premier,
My audacity,Enormity,pompousness on others,
is now taking revenge on my soul,
and all that I got is complete failure.
All the oratory and eloquence that I had,
now stammers to talk to my inner self,
Though I have got all money,power and fame,
It now feels that I was only a mad.
My life was sublime though full of blasphemy,
My inner self now calls me "wretched irresolute voluptuary"
I now just pray for salvation,
and think Why don't somebody kills me?
Wearing a big white cloak,
In the rain regretting all the sins,
Which I earlier thought to be a milestone.
I n quest of being premier,
My audacity,Enormity,pompousness on others,
is now taking revenge on my soul,
and all that I got is complete failure.
All the oratory and eloquence that I had,
now stammers to talk to my inner self,
Though I have got all money,power and fame,
It now feels that I was only a mad.
My life was sublime though full of blasphemy,
My inner self now calls me "wretched irresolute voluptuary"
I now just pray for salvation,
and think Why don't somebody kills me?
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