Short poem by apsdehal.

October 3, 2012

Remembering the past still makes me shiver,
How passed away through, no matter of time,
I don’t know, I was flowing across which river,

The pain, harshness those sweats were great.
But they made me change and turned me strong,
Now the symptoms are appearing again,
They frighten me, tell me where I wrong.

Fears grip me, they are taking me inside them,
I am not a gem, leave me alone.
Don’t want desperation again, No repeat of shame,

Symptoms are clear, its all part of a mind game,
They are taking over me, pulling in dark,
They are calling, leaving a mark.

Now its time to remove the mask,
I have to move with them to do the task.
I can feel the cold, I can feel the goosebumps,
I have to go with them, to feel the jumps…..

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