i
feel tortured in winter, the fog reminds
me of good times
when
my gray world turned to blue
i
feel tortured in autumn, a season spent missing someone
a
total love blackout
i feel tortured in summer, a summer meant to be full of love
turned to gray
i
feel tortured to see rain, it reminds me of weeping nights
and
when i was in pain
a
tortured poet and his tortured seasons
a
tortured poet forced to be tortured by torturous peoples
because
of their torturous sin
a
question why did i associated my memories
and
made my seasons tortured?
Note- I'm not claiming that i am a tortured poet, its just an idea which i wrote this poem on but this poem certainly is from a personal place
Finally someone who is referencing TTPD in their work. I really enjoyed it. Thank you for posting here.
ReplyDeleteYou took the Tortured Poets Department seriously but still i have to say, this poem made me feel something.
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