I Don’t Think | Poem

I don’t think anymore,

I lie, I deceive myself more,

What colour I wear now?

What am I now?

I’m homesick to extent of desires.

I’m in need to be myself.

I’m done to this world.

Yes, I’m lying to myself old.

Out of tricks and out of wits.

I’ve no more strength to on.

I don’t think anymore.

I would be home or not?

Promises & desires playing,

I don’t think anymore.

What am I?

I don’t think anymore.



Dark Humor Author | Poet | Creative Fountain | Borderline Personality | Proofreader | Content Writer | Automobile Lover | Found me at surajjangid.sam@gmail.com.

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