Poem Hub

I write, when I feel like writing, Nothing intentional, Nor professional, Just like that, I keep writing, Hopping that, someday someone, Who knows nothing about me, Will be able to understand, What I was going through, When I wrote, what they read, The unspoken words of my heart, And the unseen tears of my soul, Will be brought back to life, By the eyes which reads my past….. It’s really hard to remember my past, I always wonder where my memories go, Rarely I find something flashing, Which takes me back to the past, That’s when I decided to lock it down, In the best way that i know, I started writing it down, People around me, found it funny, No problem, im not worried, it’s my life And im happy with the way I live,

I’m dying, yes I am. No one knows, what I know I hate to die, but I can’t survive The venom has spread Through my flesh and blood My life just began Venomous thoughts, struck my soul I hate to die, but I can’t survive The shadow of my death Flashes with every single breath I have laughed, and I have cried Unknowing that I would die I hate to die, but I can’t survive Friends and foe, I've had a lot For my death I hope they would moan In my heart, there is a desire To cheat the death, and live so long I hate to die, but I can’t survive As I realize what would happen next Drop of a pearl falls to the floor