In a box I lay

In a box I lay with all my truths and all my lies

Thinking about how I lived my life

Was I happy or was I sad?

Remembering who carried me home when I was drunk

Still laughing out loud as I laughed then

Crying as I realize that this is the last time I would feel them

Moving from materialistic world to an unknown end

In a box I lay with some broken and unfulfilled dream

Whose fault was it?

Did I didn’t have means nor did I just give up?

I probably could have worked harder

Made some bucks and bought a nice guitar

But I lay in a box now

With dead blood stream and un-breathing heart

Some old promises buried with me on this grave-yard.



© Akhand Singh, 2013 © An Empty Glass, 2013

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