Poems from Bisma

Hot and cold, meaning, deceiving. What did I do? What did I do? I did nothing wrong or that's what I thought. You can't do anything right....
It's dark in here. Wide, empty, darkness. I thought it was frightening. But someone came for me. I wish I said I wish I could come back....
Hopelessly hoping and believing Hoping there will be light in the darkness. Don't want the darkness to take over Hoping it goes away....
Baffled, I stand here. I stare at the shadow of a person leaving. The shadow disappears too. All that is left is me. Me with my emotions....
The day that decides who lives, who dies. Scary isn't it? Not knowing when you're just going to drop dead. I'm scared, of course I am. Why...

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