Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Ripped

there is always that feeling
of having been ripped
violently
from somewhere comfortable
and thrown into the eye of the storm

there is always that feeling
of getting a raw deal
shamelessly
walking into a trap
that was not even meant for you

there is always that feeling
of missing a great deal
things that were a part of you
now lost, alone and forgotten
but nothing can be done now

every man must move on
throw a shroud on the past
burn it and bury it deep
and pray the ghosts sit still

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