Take care of urself
Said my mumma nd walked down the bus
And it was then
That the realisation hit me
That the most blissful 20 days of the year are over
The doors of the bus were shut
And the scenery outside started slipping away
Nd I don't know why
I felt like a bird who was being trapped in a cage once again.
I was alone.
Alone in a bus crowded with unknown demons who smiles at me in facades of humans
Oh how I wish that i could shut my eyes nd hide my face in the warm embrace of my sweet sweet mother
I wanted to cry,
Mourn at the separation from my safe home
But how could I do that?
When the only thing I was always told about
Was To never cry
Except for home.
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I think the worst part about growing up and becoming mature is that you are seperated from your home.
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Words of Soul
PoetryStatus:- ongoing Description:- Everything I ever failed to express in words, Has now become poetry Waiting to be discovered and felt by everyone, It's a lost cause indeed....
