Though my actions are kind,
My mind is brutal.
Let for today not speak the words of wisdom,
Let for this day just celebrate this mourn of grievances.
Let for today not pretend to be so strong,
And tell each other what we've got on our mind
Isn't something about strength,
It is just that how we've been sucked up all our lives.
Let this mourn be about that head
Which feels like it is going to burst in a few seconds,
Let this mourn be about the throat
Which has swelled because of lack of words.
Let just celebrate this mourn of grievances,
This mourn will neither become mine nor someone's,
But ours.
This celebration of mourn is a gratitude
Towards our own daily struggles
And our conquer over those fears and struggles.
YOU ARE READING
Ink And Rhymes: A Teenager Poet's Diary
PoetryInk and Rhyme: A Teenage Poet's Diary invites you to join me on a heartfelt journey through life's emotional landscape. This collection captures the essence of fleeting childhood memories, the soothing comfort of rainy days spent gazing out the wind...
