The clouds gather upon the mountain <br />And the thracian herdsmen stands with his spear <br />Desperate toend the life of a bear <br />So i stand, devastating looking down golden-gate <br />Wondering to jump down as i fix the date <br /> <br />Should i elude under a hole, <br />To hide myself, from the world as a whole? <br />Hang myself or prepare my grave with a hoe <br />Nostalgically, i stand staggering to move up. <br />should i be pacifist and pamper my agony? <br /> <br />For if a hundred mouth pray for your doom, <br />Tosurvive that canonade is like magic. <br />My head goes round and round <br />Not of intoxication but of paranoia <br />It an outrage of i being in the dark. <br /> <br />forgetting how poor i am <br />Jump and dance in rich empire <br />not knowing my time has expire <br />living me behind to dwell in fire<br /><br />mohamed Alpha Ba<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sucide/
