Short fused temper
Do not push me aside
You'll only strike a match
That lights a fire in my eyes
Acidic words? They corrode
Your own defence
Torment and shove? Well
You are a creature devoid of sense.
So continue to prattle
Just don't be surprised
The day you push me too far
I will rise;
Smiling,
Hand in hand
With a shovel.
I close my eyes,
Ignoring how
They call it fake.
Faith keeps my
Feet moving;
My will won't break
Walking on water
I will not drown.
A murmured voice;
Echo in the abyss
Reaches out like
Gnarled branches
To the sky
A lost cry
The requiem
Of her goodbye
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I'm so overwhelmed by all of the RTs and stars I've been getting from the twitter community - in a week! I'm very grateful to receive such support from such wonderful people - it's nice to know that others find meaning in my poetic attempts.
Priya.
PS: you can find me at @peoplepuzzleme.
PS2: to clarify - I keep my twitter poetry here so that all of my words are in one place.
Will there ever be a day
When my lips are unbound and free?
Emancipated from the rusty shackles
Of social anxiety.
Hello sir! What
Troubles you today?
Says the doctor
It's often this way
A smile at the
Surface, but beneath
Clear as ice:
One simple mistake and
The patient pays the price.
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This is what scares me the most about medicine. Knowing that the lives of others will be in my hands. I don't want to do accidental wrong. Heck, I don't want to do wrong, period.
But I'm only human. And humans make mistakes.
Perhaps I should pray to delay the onset of such humanity.
I fear
what tomorrow
brings
every day.
I wonder
if it'll justify
me behaving
This way.
Side note: I've decided to feed my fixation with poetry by setting up a twitter account - who knew a community of poets existed here? You can find me at @peoplepuzzleme
I'll be posting some of my twitter creations here also (like this).
