Broken Illusion

no words satisfy me

or no any meaningful drawing

of nothingness

but hopes in eyes still staring

not gleaming blinking stars of sky

but very old cobwebs swinging

by residue of wind

prolonged judgements and resolutions

broken for little happiness

that my conscience mind not prefers

at last that addiction reach to darkness

of hell where cursed lonliness laugh

on me look another victim ready to

die

later I choose again for honorable death.

why god saved me from uncurable

disease and horrible mishap?

don't know what is his wish my

organs now refuse to work neatly

one cursed soul discarded by world

walking to meet gods heven

it is really better living in absence

faceless valueless buried long before.

living in shadows of crowd

whom I believed so close and related

to my heart.