by maitha | |
Published on: Jan 6, 2005 | |
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Type: Poetry | |
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Who will care for me When I finally loose all that is holding me together When all my senses decided that they would be better off In another host Who will tend to me Change my tatters day in day out When it all falls down And I start running up and down the streets In my bare essence just like the day I saw the world Who will cover me And tend to my hair As it accumulates dust and dirt And turns into ugly unkempt locks Who will sing to me About love and hope As with time I disintegrate into a big dirty mess A heap of filth and an unbearable sight Gathering dirt and all Who will invite me To fancy dinners and lavish functions Tossing glasses to my unbecoming Just like they did toss On my past achievements Who will visit me Who will be calling out my name Who will come to wipe the drool of my face When I sit all alone at the market place After a full day walking in the sun naked When I sit outside and pray that the moon can carry me away When I shake all traces of humanity in my head When I stand still and hope for my greatest fears Death Height And nothing else When all traces of emotion are wiped clean And I just become Me A Shell Nothing more Just me Simple Unaware Alone Who will sing for me Who will care for me Who will be with me Who will want me Then « return. |