Mercy
One upon a time there lived a king. The king was a very kind-hearted person and was liked by all, envied by few. The people were very happy in his reign. But king was not happy, he had a serious illnes, he was dying.
…crawling in my skin, these wounds, they will not heal
I live a life
that is so desolate
so confusing
there is no hope at all.
There is death
which is so easy, so full of fear
and life
the unknown.
Words all falling apart
no light is in sight
love for me is no more
the end is nigh.
…fear is how I fall, confusing what is real
I had heard, looking at people from top of tall buildings makes you feel big. It made me feel small. It made me want to fly. I jumped and died. But I flew, flying makes you think things that you had never thought before; your mother, your father, your life. And love. I’m dead but there is a person, that is me.
- Ishan Dubey
Kunal Goel says:
hmm
May 28th, 2007 at 06:08 am
Neha says:
hmmm
May 30th, 2007 at 11:30 am
Ishan Dubey says:
hmmmm…
May 30th, 2007 at 09:32 pm
Anusha says:
hm
June 7th, 2007 at 11:02 am