I want to tell thee <br />how much I'm lonely <br />How I feel falling <br />day and night <br />life barren and thirsty <br />for just single love sight <br /> <br />I want to tell thee <br />Why my soul wails <br />with hushed cries <br />wants to escape but <br />chained inside <br /> <br />I want to tell thee <br />When the lashes of hate <br />put by fate <br />tore away hopes <br />made of clay <br />wishing to die <br />another death <br />gashed my wrists but <br />no blood left to shed <br /> <br />I want to tell thee <br />What I have become <br />standing in the crowd <br />known as none <br />hopes and wishes <br />long since gone <br /> <br />I want to tell thee <br />the story of me.... <br /> <br />tell who? <br />someone <br />someone who? <br />no one.... <br /> <br />you are just a jester, asif <br />who jest on the page <br />to whom you are talking <br />no one is here <br />to read your thoughts <br />and cure you with their tears<br /><br />Asif Baloch<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jester-4/
