I Am...

I'm an ugly statue around which children play and have no feelings about me.. Nobody pays attention to the pain inside my stony face...

I'm a tree which is left lonely among other trees. The gardeners have forgotten to quench my thirst of water...

I'm a black-and-white painting... Whoever sees me interprets me in a different way.... But I have no interpretation of myself....

I'm a memory of for...gotten days... The dark days of life... An untasted bitterness.... A short glance and a deep idea which never became a sentence...

I was some scrawl words in lines.... Written by a pale pink ink....But later I eas smashed in the hands of a person I didn't know....

I am nothing but a being who wished he wasn't...............

by Sina Farajzadeh

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Comments (1)

very modern and innovative. keep writing! ! !