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Dead Inside a Poem By Poet Nazir

Dead Inside

Written By Poet Nazir

Dead inside

Surrounded by cluster of pride

That rejoiced when I cried

A whole world to me is a little space

Spy the smile on my face

But pained deep within.

 

I feel to confess

But I think about the world

I live in,

Will only seek to care

But pretend a deaf ear, mockingly.

 

The air I smell stinks of mistrust

Encircled by a lovely, trusted rust

And blinded by road enslaved by dust

That’s not the biggest motivation dragging me

I could feel from within, the weight

And I feel it as a waste of time.

 

When my silence doesn’t speak with volume

I doubt my try

When I try to speak

The voices shall storm my cry

They shall tell me to end my days

But blind of what’s eating deep inside my frame.

 

How shall I kill myself

In a sufferance in this pain

In a world I came by someone’s decision

How shall I live with a load of the world

A caring wench, a worthless sire

A blossoming home, a dark petal.

 

I sing a song

To hold my beautiful cry

The unceasing tragedy

Shall plod at your doorsteps

If you don’t hear from me

I’ve made it a bit easier.

…for both of us.

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Poet Nazir is a writer and an editor here on ThePoetsHub. Outside this space, he works as a poet, screenwriter, author, relationship adviser and a reader. He is also the founder & lead director of PNSP Studios, a film production firm.

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