These secrets lie to me,
With sugary words and honey belifs,
I reach out to taste what the bitter fruit is like,
Loving hands hold me from reaching that venomous bite,
"Don't even try,
Play with tour toys,
Your mouth will grow dry,
You'll regret this choice!"
Back then, it sounded like a harsh whisper,
In a voice like a painful blister,
Curiosity overpowers my will to adhere,
And to push them away, I dare,
I streach out to pluck that tempting fruit,
But Alas! I can only reach the roots,
Maybe they are right,
But this will keep me up all night!
Maybe not now,
But to forget it I must know how!
No.
These thoughts will only make my time rot!
I must think about them not!
Years pass,
Curiosity evaporates,
We are behind bars,
of this fruits cage,
Now I have grown,
To me this is known,
Now it is unwanted,
The mere thought of it is haunting,
We cry and eat pills,
But oh, don't we know that this fruit only knows to kill?
It can never die,
No matter how hard we try,
We now know where the deepest thoughts of judgementallity lurk,
And so we eat this fruit of responsibility and work
YOU ARE READING
The labour
Poesiahi guys! this is about how we did not need to work as a child but now when we are teens and adults, hell, we have to work! this is also about stress faced by everyone, so............ enjoy:)
