Sunday, 15 January 2017

A breathe

S.D. Sycther

A sigh of relief and the last breath came in;
Asked she a question but did I cared for the sin.
The words spelled her this day and hurt they like a pin.
Ask me to this soul did I jump in the age long green;
Or did I jumped the gun or happened to be in serene.

I had helped in the name and pronounces she the difference;
And walking alone day and night and working all day without a reference.
 They say guilty you and since you are the culprit ou have to make deference;
But they did take the decision and never they make a reference.

But I stand alone in the rain of the insane;
And I stand alone in the pain of the same.
Stand alone I and pain I feel,
As there is no camera and if there is, there is no reel.
Stand alone I and pain I feel;
As there is no camera and is there is, there is no reel.

=s=

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