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Final installment to the Starbucks Session. I was really amazed with myself. 8 poems in just one sitting and over a tall caffe latte! Oh well, more Starbucks Sessions soon! Wait for the part II!

Last Breath

Nothing in the world can’t bring you back
It’s your last breath
This will be my last breath

Sadness fills the life of the powerless
Such madness tends me to be lifeless
Now it ends in a high note
As I breathe my last breath

Show me your true colors
Hide me in your beauty filled with deceit
Show me the road to sanity
As I exhale my last breath

One of my abstract poems (Well, the way I call it). Part 7 of 8.

Broken Glass

I picked up the pieces
See the cut
Feel the pain
Wait and bleed
Scarred for an eternity
No sign of relief
Deep wounds of torment
Broken limbs of sorrow
So truamatic
Put me in a such cosmic disbelief
Maybe karmic

Buried With Lies

My senses fail
As I try to differentiate fact from fiction
Still I can’t negate
Such disturbance inside of me
As I slowly die
Buried with lies

Every word you say
I try to understand beyond my wisdom
But you’ve failed to cover your tracks
Now I face such facts that scours my soul
Truth really hurts
And I’m buried with lies

You have deceived me with your silver tongue
I despise you for holding me back
I bestowed my trust in you
Yet you buried me with lies

No room to breathe
Darkness fills my coffin
Death puts me in an eternal slumber
As I rot in bitterness and disbelief
I finally rest in peace
Buried with lies