Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Penned down emotions @ 10:29 PM

Cold, cold world

Amidst the bustling crowd
Stood still a little girl
Like a lost moon and cloud
In this cold, cold world.

She tries to interact
With little talks and smiles.
The painter paints an abstract
Compiling of confusing styles.

No one bothers to talk back
She is unsure of how to react
This tragedy that has yet to end
A funeral she does not wish to attend.

No one bothers to tell her to go away
With every ignorant step they take,
Every step that causes much delay,
She perseveres through heartbreak.

She falls and hit her head,
Ended up in a hospital bed
Yet no one visits her
She feels like a failure

The girl that had minimum expectations,
Yet none has been ticked off the list
Not even a reply was easy from humans,
She pens down the meeting with aliens she hopes, exist

All alone in this cold, cold world
Stood this lonely little girl
Solemn music seems to play forever,
She wonders if she should surrender.

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