torn calendar sheets piled on the floor,I'm losing all my years waiting at the door,
for my happiness to finally come,
at this moment, I still can't have some,
and I wasted time for dreams never mine,
I haven't flew freely like a bird in life,
all that's left is to pretend to be fine,
and fear they'll be planes, I'll be just a kite.
oh, I despise the lump on my throat,
that holding back feeling I always loathe,
when I try to speak with courage, I choke,
ending with crushed heart he smote,
it takes me a river of tears to let them see,
my hope, my beg to be finally free,
I cannot withstand living in their hypocrisy,
I only see clowns accusing me of living awry.
what's reading all the school books for,
if they deny all what I know to cure,
all the ignorance they have, for sure,
but I am only a child, they want no more,
I don't seek power, but only peace,
something I can't have when I displeased,
the people who cared for me the least.
the people who threaten me and seized.
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ghost town (Completed)
Poetry6th Poetry Anthology l have always wanted my 6th anthology to mirror my current life: dark, desolate, and filled with despair. It's a portrayal of wandering alone in an abandoned town, where escape is elusive, and the place threatens to consume you...