my life's been sucked
out of me
I'm exhausted
portrayed as filthyyet I still
have the power
to stand up
in front of the towerI'll talk to it
I'll talk to you
so loosen your grip
how else will I domy weapons
are all on the floor
as I was already killed
at the door"let me help you,
get out of there"
I had helped
before you pulled my hair"you will be
suffocated,
I have more space"
but I've been betrayed"forgive me, father"
I had pleaded,
as I fell in my own
liquid tracesred everywhere
it came from me
when I still had the chance
to be freenow that I've
I have lost
in your possession
too much cost
YOU ARE READING
Talking heart
PoetryTransferring my thoughts in form of poetry. To understand myself, probably, maybe.