soliloquy

this poem was written not for any other reason, except to escape boredom...:)

in my own desperate times...
i cry for the things i wish i have done but..
i cry for the words wish i have said,,

in my own desperate moments...
a sob broke to my lips,
i cried with blood,
i cried with pain...
i cried with the rain, as it howls in the night

in my own desperate moment
i curse my faith,,
mocking this body, whom i call as my self..

in my own desperate moments...
in my own desperate moments...