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Pillar talks

By Revon Dias


Pillar talks…

Sometimes as cloth hanger and at times a support Me you use, knowingly and incidentally also do abuse; Remains of those scars and all of your ignorance kills me day by day Thought of narrating my story to you Hope you understand every emotion I mean, every syllable I say.

I was there for you in all the spheres of need, also when you were depressed, happiness to you did I feed Being your pillow and cure beside you in the street. But when I needed you, never were you by my side; I craved for support, me you never did abide

It was no fault of mine; I never played a part in any of your losses; but tolerated all the anger of yours since the start. Why always am I the use and throw for always you do ignore me when you walk with the flow.




Good days are on their way and the bad ones may die I considered you as my own, not to dump me off and say a freaking rude bye. I have always loved you considered you as an unbreakable part of mine; Then why are you ignoring me and throwing me off the table of dine. It hurts me and does open those crevasses of pain I beg for your love, because all of mine is your gain.

So now you don’t want me when you’re at the peak But remember: there is a devil lurking behind you and shall devour your flesh the moment into his arms you seek. You never gave me the respect that I deserved, Now face the consequences when luck goes curved and your face goes to the floor and hits the fold But not having any pillar to hold.

Yes, that’s the nearing end hoping to see you at the mountain’s bend,

Good bye.




By Revon Dias




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