Arms ache from the effort,
i gave up a long time ago.
Just one more blow though,
And She yields
As She did before.
Blood trickles from my brow, Still
i feel like one more.
The sun makes me dizzy,
Must've collapsed long ago.
But the clickity-clackity monotony
Is what i won't miss,
Long as another blow
Can follow.
A Hundred lines intricately linked,
Strong coffee at Three,
Then a Hundred more, maybe.
A Million little pieces,
From an over sized stone.
Shattered.
Just because,
I had One more Blow.
2 comments:
al rite...!!! so now we know how bad ur work is.... how tired u are .... and how badly u need a vacation ;) .. lol
on a serioous note.. m impressed wd ur writting skills... i told u m not a poems fan.. so cant critically analyze ur piece... but from a layman's view point ... i must say its well written.. and both ur pieces looks like effortless writtings !!
Thanks fr having visited my blog...
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