Many pricky words we had received in all our lives. Sometimes, they wound us, they torment us, they perch in our heart. We gripe and start to blame ourselves - to blame our deficiency and inadequacy. We start to hate, to abhor, to dislike our very own selves. However, I made a poem that will motivate you to love yourself (again). No-one could help you but you yourself alone - our best friends will gone soon, they come and go - BUT, yourself will stay forever in you. You know what? No greatest best friend we ever had but OURSELVES. (Yourself)
SMILE LIVE LOVE I KNOW YOU CAN!
I was thinking of the iterating stabs of odorous speeches.
My strength and my self seeped by abhorrent leeches.
The surrounding suddenly went dark and many hoofs and neighs were coming nigh,
On the black horse shouted, "die!"
But on the white one shouted, "live!"
And added, "Life must go on. You should believe."
They just passed by over my head, and they were gone.
I looked at one of the corner and I dimly saw a man tied-up - had beaten severely.
I looked closely, even the room was dark I could still foggily see the dagger pierced in his chest.
I could feel his sorrow, I could feel the dagger like piercing my heart.
His face was swelling from repeated blows - so hard to identify him.
A pool of blood in his mouth caused by a hard spank - my heart was filled of compassion for him.
Tears cascaded from my eyes upon staring at him - the whip plowed his flesh.
I shouted STOP abruptly and angrily.
To see him was so painful in my part.
The whip was still beating him so bad that the blood splashed,
I ran to him and hugged him up, and acquired the scourges that supposedly for him.
I helped him walked away from that room of agony.
We groped out in the dark just to escape the world of torment -
And a dazzling light came over us - we saw the way out.
I stared at him - and I was confused.
I was him and he was me!
He smiled at me the way I smiled before, and said adoringly, "I know you can!"
And hugged me after I had broken the chain - he whispered so softly, "Smile."
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The Unknown Poet: Untold Soul
Poetry"Silence is the shadow of my pen." These are not mere poems for me, it is my emotion, a part of my life. ❤️ I now present to you THE UNKNOWN POET: Untold Soul. "I think I'll never be a poet." The Unknown Poet is no other than but me myself, and my S...
