Questions without answers, <br />“How does it feel when you feel <br />That you are nothing for someone? ” <br /> <br />Anger, accidents... <br />The unfortunate always <br />Crawls alone... <br /> <br />The stigma you gave me, <br />I wear it with pride, <br />Your eye is always <br />Watching me, <br />I am still here, <br />Crawling, <br />Surviving! <br /> <br />I am a loaded gun, <br />Always ready to shot, <br />Always ready to hurt... <br /> <br />But I never do, <br />Because I know <br />How much <br />A wound hurts! <br /> <br />Sadness, loneliness... <br />The unfortunate always <br />Dies alone... <br /> <br />In the death bed, <br />I’ve seen myself, <br />Yes, I will die alone, <br />I will scream and cry, <br />I will bleed alone... <br />No warm and loving arms <br />Will be around me, <br />No one will care for me! <br /> <br />“Why in front of my pain, <br />You remain indifferent and cold? ” <br /> <br />The unfortunate always <br />Dies without an answer! <br /> <br /> ©Elya Thorn. Do not republish without permission!<br /><br />Elya Thorn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-the-death-bed/
