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by Bahja
Rated: E · Poetry · Cultural · #2117026
I do not have describe for this poem feel free to interpreter anyway you want.

Life

There is something in life
We feel it
It touches our heart
And melts it
It doesn't ask us our permission
It just comes to us
It just comes to us and never leaves
This disease has no treatment
Leaving us with a disability,
questioning our capabilities.
They keep on arising, should we be abiding.
The days feel like hours, hours feel like minutes,
and minutes feel like seconds.
Losing hope, the despair too much to bear.
O dear I ask is there any doctor who can save us?
O dear I ask again is there anyone who can save us.
Don't tell me later I didn't try, don't ask that I have lost hope, gave up.
With my bare bones, till my muscles ached, till the days became minutes, and my sleep turned away, with red eyes and no rest I ask have I not tried.
O dear don't tell me I haven't tried, I gave up, no, that is not true, tried till the agony of my soul was heard from so far, so don't tell me I haven't tried.
Don't look as if you understand.
This agony, this life it is beyond imagination.
The trouble I have received, the battering my soul has received.
Only I can understand.




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