In memory of my lost memory

Life is a ditch,
karma a bitch
and i am a slut
in this fucking ditch.
Death forgot its way,
no way to escape
as I am enclosed
in a rotten frame,
 you call me x,y,z.
Tears reluctant
to roll ,smile
scared to light
this putrid face
,love a gambler,
sympathy empathy
my enemies.
Friends online
and offline an
unknown mystery,
Me searching for
a smile to lend,
still snooping
for a smirk to
crack,which died
last night along
with him,I sat
numb watching them
munching his flesh in front
of me, leaving his
bag of bones to count
in memory of my lost memory.
Copy right (C)

About Piusha

Futile writer,enjoys reading anything under sun.Still on a quest to find a new facet within me.
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5 Responses to In memory of my lost memory

  1. Beautiful poem! Shows your poetic thought! Need more….


  2. Piusha Singh says:

    Dear friend Aditya,I am honored by your kind gestures.


  3. Very nice…. Your sensivity comes through beautifully


  4. Piusha Singh says:

    Suri Ben Noah thank you for your kind remarks.


  5. Arun parmar says:

    Hi Piusha you think very deep and loud and goes above the world so easily. Your poems reflect your spiritual journey too.

    Liked by 1 person

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