Lost for Words

Had I been a poet, I would had written something similar to this.. but as a human, I am feeling this..


Lost For Words
I was spending my time in the doldrums
I was caught in a cauldron of hate
I felt persecuted and paralysed
I thought that everything else would just wait

While you are wasting your time on your enemies
Engulfed in a fever of spite
Beyond your tunnel vision reality fades
Like shadows into the night

To martyr yourself to caution
Is not going to help at all
Because there'll be no safety in numbers
When the Right One walks out of the door

Can you see your days blighted by darkness?
Is it true you beat your fists on the floor?
Stuck in a word of isolation
While the ivy grows over the door

So I open my door to my enemies
And I ask could we wipe the slate clean
But they tell me to please go fuck myself
You know you just can't win

------Pink Floyd, The Division Bell

I am Jack's wasted life

wake up every morning with her thoughts in mind.. go to sleep, rather attempt to sleep again with her thoughts... spend endless days.. working, the only time, i dont think of her.. i dont know how long i can succeed doing this.. someday she will creep into my work as well..

thoughts of suicide linger on my mind.. thought of running away.. but where? i dont know.. its something like 'Run' from Pink Floyd.. where, why are unanswerable and then the thought becomes unthinkable.. i cant run.. i cant sleep.. i cant enjoy.. i cant weep.. i cant commit suicide.. i cant live any longer..

I am Jack's wasted life.......