Post #5381

"THE LAST MESSAGE" Oh! poor soul you had time, but denied Oh! poor your family you left behind Oh! I envy those who could make amends I envy Myself getting off your wrath Is this the price for calmness Or is this the deception of mahem The old wise tree has shed And the bird has lost it's egg The heavy boxes are a burden now But have to march out of house The weaker ones would be thrown away The stronger ones will find a way My pain will never reach you But who cares about that So was your pain bigger But it's me who is writing the poem So don't haunt me with a new chapter You don't have the power to make me read I don't need your fake smiles anymore Instead...., grace me with a good night sleep #Einstestine#poetry#review Feelings can't be measured and compared. A friend thinks of a last message for his dead friend in form of a poetry at his funeral who has committed suicide. Though he feels an unimaginable pain, he still thinks it's his parents right to be in most pain for the moment so he expressed himself in this poetry but still mention his family first, at the end he couldn't control his pain and tells him that it hurts him more than anyone.