Poem no. VII

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,,Who are you?" they asked.
,,An idiot," I answered.
A fool who gave their trust
Who thought kindness is a must
Who let them under the crust
Who thought it never turns to rust.

But the rust now covered the beautiful rose
No more sweet words, no more bleeding nose
Thorns sharp as a thousand knives
As it could bleed out a thousand lives
It ties you up and tears your skin
And you wonder now what could have been
How differently could things turn out
You wanna scream, you wanna shout
You wanna break free from the grip
But as you struggle out the more you rip
You're getting numb due to the pain
All the fighting was in vain
You're unable to move
You just wanna remove
the prison you're in
and heal within
And set yourself free
You wanna flee
But everytime you try
A piece of you die
Now what's left to do
It sticks like glue
But then you realise
With tears in your eyes
You must leave a piece of you behind
In order to get free and calm your mind.

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⏰ Last updated: Apr 10, 2021 ⏰

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