The Saddest Poem Ever!!!!!
On a wrinkled piece of paper,
I lay in extreme centre.
I am depressed and wounded,
Yet nobody is astounded.
I lay there like a lifeless soul,
With no one to give me hope.
I have never been given a hug.
Always been treated like a slug.
On a wrinkled piece of paper,
I lay in extreme centre.
I have always gotten rude gestures,
From children, family, friends and teenagers.
Everyone greets me with a Bye-Bye,
And then tears prick my eyes.
I have always remained shackled,
My life, my death, my grave,
My soul, my body bound in reins.
On a wrinkled piece of paper,
I lay in extreme centre.
What is importance though and what does it consist in? A person can live a life without meaning for a hundred years but in the hundred and first, that person shakes the very foundations of the universe. It just happens. Things are waiting inside our souls, and all our lives can be geared toward one particular moment in time. Only then, in the one moment that decides everything, do we know who we really are.